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| Name: |
Oliver
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Age: |
Four years old
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| Gender: |
Male
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Kind: |
Domestic Shorthair
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| Home: |
York, England |
This
is Oliver. He's already used up most of his nine lives - and he's
only four years old! He was born on a farm in Aberdeenshire, Scotland. A
Christmas present for myself, I drove a 90 mile round trip to pick him
up on Christmas Eve, 2000, only hours before the first winter storms
arrived and snowed everyone in. He was a little 'scamp' from the start,
taking every opportunity to jump through open windows and slip through
doors in his pursuit of mice!
In October 2001 he didn't come home. October storms lashed the North
East of Scotland, and I was distraught - how could he survive in all
that wind and rain? After one full week of endless searching, calling
round the animal sanctuaries, and the local neighborhood, I feared the
worst. Imagine my disbelief when I heard a faint meow at the door. I ran
and opened it only for Oliver to fall in at my feet; he could barely
stand up. I whipped him to the veterinary surgery immediately to find he
had smashed both his right front and back legs. They were too badly
shattered for the vet to pin, so he has plates holding his legs
together. He can no longer bend his back leg, as he has no knee joint,
but three years on, and after a move to a new home, he is still an avid
mouser (though not a very successful one these days...thank goodness!)
In Britain, black cats are said to be lucky; none more so than Oliver -
he survived all that and is a happy cat!
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