Oliver was the runt of his litter and was found under a shed, away from the rest of his litter as his feral momma cat rejected him. He was such a sickly little 2 week old kitten that barely weighed a pound, and I was his foster mom and he had to be bottle fed. He was my first ever foster litter, and first ever foster failure (because I adopted him). Now, he’s a happy healthy big brother to 5 other cats, and he thinks he’s a model as he always poses for me.
Sleeping on my head and playing in water
People food and anything he shouldn’t eat
Sleeping, playing, catching flies mid air, catching moths in his mouth