His name is Oliver and he is six years old. He's known me since he was just a kitten. My mom brought him home from an adoption center when I was only seven years old. At first he was shy, but now he loves the whole family! Unlike most cats, Oliver loves belly rubs. What's better is that he even understands words such as chicken, fish, catnip, toys, brush, and food. His hair is very thick despite being short, it's useful for those cold and snowy days of winter here in Iceland.
Oliver is talkative. The most bizzare noises I've heard from him is this noise like he is saying something gibberish.. It's rare for cats to "talk," but Oliver can do it. For some reason, he also likes to be in the kitchen sink ... more often than not, that's where you will find him! We all love him.