Mastering of Indoor Cat Life

Oliver used to eat like he was competing in a timed event. Ten seconds. Possibly twelve on a slow day. The kibble would disappear from

It happened on a Tuesday morning, and it happened fast. I was bringing groceries in from the hallway when a pigeon—bold, enormous, apparently lost—had wandered

You’ll remember the neighbor stray incident from my enzyme cleaner guide. Oliver, stressed beyond his normal threshold by a territorial intruder pressing against the exterior

Oliver is, by most measures, an exceptionally well-behaved cat. He doesn’t knock things off shelves deliberately. He’s never scratched the furniture beyond his designated post.

Oliver has a job. Every morning at approximately 7:15 AM, he reports to his window station on the south-facing side of my apartment and begins

The carrier used to win before I even touched it. The moment I’d open the closet door—not even pick it up, just open the closet door—Oliver