Oliver was a swell cat. You might even say he was a SWOLLEN cat.
He loved his little catnip
toys. In fact, two completely disappeared.
He also bit his toenails. Looked like he was wearing an orange-red tuxedo
that was just a LITTLE too small. He was getting better about covering
things up in the 'box. I had given up trying to break him of drinking
out of the bathtub faucet.
He had ONE black whisker growing out of the left side of his little nose, er, snout, I guess. I meant to clip it and save it. But. In the upheaval of the events of the day, it did understandably slip my mind.
Geen bear was only mildly
and occasionally annoying.
He was my friend.Oliver's story