I remember like it was yesterday. I was 5 years old, and the thing I wanted more than anything in the world, was a cat. However, we lived in a small apartment and my parents kept brushing off the idea. I didn’t give up. I seriously think I asked for a cat each and every day. I was relentless. Even then, at 5 years old.
Then it happened. My dad was leaving work one afternoon. He worked in the city of Providence, Rhode Island. Right by his car was a kitten. She was probably 6 months old or so, and it was clear that she didn’t have a home. He decided to bring her home for me.
I was completely smitten. I remember being so overwhelmed with joy. I loved that cat from the moment I saw her. I named her “Fluffy Tuffy,” and we were the very best of friends. I had big dreams of performing in the circus with her. She had a litter of kittens; in fact, her water broke on me! I named all 6 kittens names after the Care Bears. Fluffy Tuffy had one heck of an adventurous life!
One month after Jared and I got married, we got Oliver. A rambunctious black cat, and the very last to go in his litter. He was an itty bitty thing, but he had lots of spunk from the very beginning.
I can honestly say that every day we’ve had Oliver has been an adventure. He is truly unlike any cat I have ever had. Sometimes I think he thinks he’s a person!
He likes to help out with the laundry…
Hide out in the window blinds…