The Baby

Oliver doesn't so much get off the chair, as slurp to the floor. He's so very cute!

Yes, his name is Oliver. No, we aren't trying very hard to find his home. He earned his name when he showed up, orphaned and lonely, downed a whole scoop of food, and then demanded more. I usually address him as,

"O-lee-ver, O-lee-ver!"

and then remind him that no one before had ever asked for more. He's a cheeky little orphan, he is.