Oliver as in Oliver Twist! When I moved to Kentucky, there was a hot, hungry, scared little brown tabby boy who launched himself at me and frantically meowed for help, I fed him and watered him and then went and met my new neighbors to find out whose cat he was. Turns out the neighbors were out of town and the son was supposed to be watching the house and kitten. My husband and I kept him fed, watered and safe until his parents came home. As soon as he heard the car in the drive, he took off for home and has never been seen outdoors since. I named him Oliver because he asked for “more please” after the first bowls of food and water. Next rescue boy I get will be Oliver in honor of that sweet little brown tabby.
