Ollie

Oliver is one of our boys who came to live with us in April 2006 after he was discovered living around a dumpster. We thought his white fur, which was a bit dingy from his life on the street, would need a bath, but Ollie cleaned it up himself in no time. He is a beautiful cat and his tuxedo now is spotless. Ollie is a vocal cat and his meow is rich and plaintive; it tugs at my heart when I hear him, as he always sounds mournful. Regardless, he seems to be happy living in the Sheffield Cottage, and has become quite a buddy of Shackleton, his brother cat. His sweet personality (and operetic voice) are part of what makes home such a sweet place to be.