After I chose to put my soul cat, Cisco down about what feels like ten years, I was given this almost identical looking cat from an ex-coworker friend, Nicole. Nicole’s mom worked at Mercy Folsom at that time and there was a pregnant feral cat living on the hospital property. About two months after Cisco was put down I was given this two month old kitten. In a lot of ways Oliver was like Cisco, only different. I was obsessed with Cisco’s paws while Oliver didn’t even want my hands approaching his. Oliver was born with a crooked tail and I thought it was so cute that when I would scratch the top of his head and run the palm of my hand down my back and get to his tail portion I always made a point to include touching it because I thought it was so weird-cool - I had never owned a cat that had a crooked tail. When I got him for a few weeks I wasn’t sure on a name but the name Oliver kept crossing my thoughts. Cats are often times to be known as not giving a f*ck and Oliver would come across as the most independent cat times 500 that I had ever met. His independence would make me sad.
These days he is still Oliver - his personality is just his and his alone. He does let me sometimes pet his paws these days. And he allows me to love that unique tail of his. And he has let me move in much closer to him for face rubs and scratches. •”Meet people where they are, not where you want them to be.” -Unknown •I think that includes this guy, too... #catsofinstagram