Oliver.

This is Oliver and he is one week old. His mum Lily lives a few doors away from us and is barely a year old so when her owners noticed she was looking a bit fat round the middle they put it down to a few too many mice. The next day there were two kittens with her in her cosy nest in the bottom of the airing cupboard.

They are keeping the little girl, but they knew we'd lost our two cats so offered us Oliver if we'd like him. Like him? Isn't he gorgeous? He is small and soft and round and all he can do is squeak and suck, but his mum is a lovely friendly young miss and we're sure he'll have a lot of her personality, growing up with such a good birth family. She looks a bit hissy here, but in fact was perfectly comfortable with Lad and me touching her kittens. She's a good mum, despite her being very young.



So we're very happy with Oliver. We won't be getting him till he's 11 weeks old however, because that's when we'll be back from France. Naturally his birth family are really pleased with this as they get to keep the whole family together through the fun tiny kitten stage. And Oliver will get a very good start with being with his mum so much. Pedigree kittens don't usually leave their mum till they're 12 weeks old, after all.

Oh, in case anyone is wondering Oliver is going to be a house cat. Two cats killed on the road outside our house within three months of each other is two cats too many, no? We're hoping to get a pal for Oliver though, so he'll have company.