Oliver

Oliver was born to a stray cat ,sadly, she was killed when he was 4 weeks old. From that day we bottle fed him. He took to the bottle right away, he would sleep wrapped in his blanky on my chest. At that moment I felt so happy and hopeful. Ollie was with me for almost 12 years, he was the most loving, affectionate kitty and was my little shadow, wherever I was, Ollie would be there. If I could speak to him now I would ask him if he knew how much he was loved and what a very special boy he was. I still remember how he loved to have his tummy rubbed and how he would give me little nips on my nose, gentle "kisses" as I called them. Ollie you really were "mummy's bestest boy". I will never forget you.