Oliver

Description

Meow there, hooman! I’m Oliver, a handsome orange-and-white tabby guy, born around February 2025 (give or take—I’m a cat, not an accountant). I’ve got a lean, athletic physique, movie-star good looks, and a personality that’s basically 100% premium kitty. I’m a crooner with the smooth voice of Frank Sinatra… although my critics have suggested there may be a slight lack of musical talent and a touch of nasal flair. Personally, I think they’re jealous. I have the sleek fur of a leopard (okay, fine, the wrong color leopard), the affectionate personality of Winnie the Pooh (but considerably cuter), and, according to highly scientific research, more brain cells than a starfish—which, let’s be honest, puts me ahead of a suspiciously large percentage of orange cats. My first human passed away, and I know what it feels like to be lonely. So now I’ve made it my personal mission to make sure my human(s) never feel alone. Ever. If you become my person, you’ll have a devoted little shadow who thinks you are the most interesting thing in the entire universe. Bathroom? I’m coming. Shower? I’ll wait outside and cry because clearly you have abandoned me forever. Behind the shower curtain? I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE. I have several important personalities, all included at no extra charge: The “Where Did You Go?” Personality: I cry when I can’t see you—even if you’re approximately three feet away. The Lovebug: I twine around your legs, head-butt your hands, and make it very clear that petting me is your most important daily responsibility. The Goofball: Give me a spring toy and prepare to witness Olympic-level nonsense. The Nosy Assistant: Whatever you’re doing, I am absolutely qualified to supervise. Cooking? I’m your sous-chef. Folding laundry? Quality control. Opening a package? Obviously, I must inspect it. The Athlete: Zoomies are my cardio. I run fast, I leap, I play, and I generally make excellent use of my athletic physique. The Mountain Climber: Cat tree? More like Oliver’s Personal Mount Everest. I will reach the top at impressive speeds. Now, every superstar has a few requirements. I enjoy a bite (or two… or several strategically negotiated bites) of wet food every evening, and I’m happy to sing for my supper.  I’d also really appreciate a cat tree for climbing and surveying my kingdom. And there’s one BIG rule: I need to be your one and only kitty. I do not enjoy sharing my humans with other cats. At all. Period. I am not interested in a roommate situation. I am looking for an exclusive, committed relationship with my people. A cat-friendly dog might  be okay after a proper introduction. Fish are acceptable (tasty!), and lizards sound like excellent entertainment (fun to chase!). But other cats? Absolutely not.  Honestly, with all my personalities, my athletic abilities, my singing career, my supervisory skills, my magnificent orange-and-white presence, and my enormous capacity for love, I’m pretty sure I’m more than enough kitty for one lucky human. All I’m looking for is someone who wants a devoted companion who will love them fiercely, follow them everywhere, make them laugh, supervise their every activity, and occasionally serenade them with a song that may or may not have a recognizable melody. I’m neutered, FELV FIV negative, vaccinated (including rabies), dewormed and microchipped.  So what do you say?  Ready to make me your everything? Just say the word.  My adoption fee is $180