To be honest, we're not entirely sure what his beginnings were. We just know he was found with several littermates at a few weeks of age in a cardboard box someone abandoned in a parking lot in our hometown.
My sister's boyfriend's sister's friend (yes, that's the chain of connections) told the boyfriend's sister about the kittens, and Oliver eventually became Nick's (the boyfriend's) birthday gift. In Oliver's two years of life, he's lived in Nick's college apartment, Nick's parents' home, and now here while Nick is in grad school housing in Boston (the no pet policy was fairly rigid). So Oliver's commuter dad visits when he can and my sister, whom you've met before, takes care of his daily needs. She's a fairly new kitty mom -- Oliver moved here in January -- but she's been doing a wonderful job.
Oliver spends most of the day snoozing or hanging out with his friend Hobbes, a stuffed kitty (see above) that Nick gave my sister before Oliver came into the picture. Oliver enjoys carrying him around by the neck like his very own. Interestingly, though, he seems to prefer being an only cat, according to his parents, when real kitties are around ...
Pretty in pink
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