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Age: 16 Years Sex: Male Weight: 8 lbs.
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Nicknames:
Oli, Oliber, OoLaLa, Ver, Ooldi
Quick Bio:
Likes:
Snuggling under the blankets
Pet-Peeves:
Being awoken from a beautiful sleep, People who don't like cats, Getting caught humping Gizmo
Favorite Toy:
Household Objects
Favorite Nap Spot:
Mommy's Bed
Favorite Food:
Turkey
Skills:
He can't breathe out of his nose, so his mouth is always ajar.
Dwells:
indoors and outdoors
Arrival Story:
Lost our first kitty, E.T., and tried to get another cat to cover up the loss. We ended up picking Oliver at the Animal Rescue League, because he kept attacking my coat. My brother and I let him out of his box on the way home, and he climbed all over our grandparents' car.
Bio:
He doesn't always like to eat. You see, he's watching his feline figure.
Lives Remaining:
7 of 9
I've Been On Catster Since:
| November 29th 2004 |
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More than 7 years! |
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
Catster Id:
91589
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August 18th 2005 2:19 pm
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Apparently, the big man I live with and his girlfriend think that I'm not the original Oliver. How dare they! I simply just started watching what I ate, exercising some more, and giving myself at least three baths a day.
Thinking I'm a fake.. what a silly bunch of morons.
I want to go outside so bad, but those darn humans keep chasing me right back in. Don't they know I have adoring fans out there? Hopefully the mommy will come home shortly, because she always lets me (and those other furry ones) out.
TTFN,
Oliver
December 2nd 2004 9:04 am
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So right now I'm laying on mommy's bed, getting a tan in the warm sun. I am a hot MoFo. All the other cats in this house should be jealous of my sex appeal. I know I'm jealous of myself. I love it! Stop. STOP. Oh. I just looked at myself again.
Earlier this morning, the smelly girl was sleeping in her bed, so I decided it was in my best interest to try to get under the covers with her because that was probably the warmest spot in the entire house. Nebby was already on top of the covers, so I sassed her up a bit, and made my way up to the girl's face. I noticed her hand was hanging out, so I rubbed against it, trying to get some attention. She woke up right when Nebby and I started play fighting, so she was quite angry and pushed me against the wall. Mean girl! Next thing I know she's apologizing up and down, stroking my lucious fur, and holds up the covers so I can lay with her. What a weirdo! She called me a Dark Syth or something because the cover was wrapped around my head. She needs medicine..
TTFN!
- OliveR
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