Oliver Wednesday

Every morning I rejoice at the sight of Oliver. We have our morning routine, I feed him and his two sons special breakfast on the back porch. When he's done eating, he comes around to the front of the house and lets himself into the screened front porch. He politely hangs out and waits for me to collect him and transport him up to the bedroom for some snuggles.

Now if you want to read further, you must promise to keep a secret. Oliver doesn't want word to get out on the street about what a snuggle bum he really is. He's got to protect his image as a tough outside kitty and if the other tough outside kitties really knew how sweet and gentle he is, he might lose some street cred.

Oliver loves to snuggle under the flannel sheets

 or just hang out on top of the bed

These paws are for lovin

Tuesday's are the nights I work late. When I arrive home, Oliver's always there to greet me.

The view from through the windshield

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Something amazing happened over the weekend.

My friend was coming into the house via the back porch and noticed Oliver in the red bed. She started to approach him to pet him when she paused only a few feet away, something about him didn't quite look right. She glanced up at the loft bed and noticed Oliver was in the loft bed - so then who was this other black cat hanging out in the red bed?!? It was Pierre! This is the first time ever Pierre didn't run off the porch when a human approached!

Pierre is taming nicely thanks to Oliver teaching him that some humans can be trusted. It's only a matter of time before I get to love on him up close! I can't wait!! Laura keenly noted that "Oliver seems like a great facilitator for your feral recovery group." I couldn't agree more! Go Mr. Oliver!!