Oliver

Meow there, hooman! I’m Oliver, a handsome orange-and-white tabby guy, born around February 2025 (give or take—I’m a cat, not an accountant). I’ve got a lean, athletic physique, movie-star good looks, and a personality that’s basically 100% premium kitty. I’m a crooner with the smooth voice of Frank Sinatra… although my critics have suggested there may be a slight lack of musical talent and a touch of nasal flair. Personally, I think they’re jealous. I have the sleek fur of a leopard (okay, fine, the wrong color leopard), the affectionate personality of Winnie the Pooh (but considerably cuter), and, according to highly scientific research, more brain cells than a starfish—which, let’s be honest, puts me ahead of a suspiciously large percentage of orange cats.

My first human passed away, and I know what it feels like to be lonely. So now I’ve made it my personal mission to make sure my human(s) never feel alone...