Back home in Florida, Oliver came up feral, sad, and hungry so we fed him. I noticed that he was an unfixed male so we did our duty for the community and trapped, neutered, and released him. I told him we had six rescued cats and we didn’t need another one. Ollie was in a couple of fights, so I cleaned his wounds and took him to the hospital. In 2019, after five years on the streets, he decided to move in whether I liked it or not. He became our awkward lap cat, and since then he has learned how to be an inside cat and has not had any desire to return to the streets.