Oliver

Oliver was always a sweet, loving cat. From the first day that my children picked him out in May of 2001, and had to find him because he kept hiding (a.k.a. chicken cat). He loved to cuddle. He loved the camera. As soon as any camera would come out he would pose like a model! You would say “smile Ollie”, and he would start rolling around on his back and make sure his head was up so you could take a picture of his face. He was so cute.

Little Ollie loved the bathtub water. It never failed. Whenever somebody walked by the bathroom or would be in the bathroom his supersonic hearing would turn on even if he was sound asleep in another room. He would bolt right into the bathroom and jump into the bathtub. He even bathed himself under the faucet in the bathtub before he would start drinking. It was so cute! I guess he thought he had to because that is what people do in the shower. Ollie also loved to play with his mice. He would bat them down the basement stairs and carry them back up in his mouth. That is when we started to notice he wasn’t feeling well. He had stopped playing and his breathing wasn’t well. Our family will always have a special place in our hearts for you sweetie! Morgan and Miranda will leave their lights on for you so you won’t be afraid of the storms! We love you little guy! Until we meet again by the furry rainbow! Love and mice!