Oliver – Chief Executive Kitten
Promoted to CEK in February of 2010, Oliver is an eleven year old grey long hair. He was rescued from the feral cat population in north Cheyenne. His primary duties include waking up The Girl for breakfast, giving furniture even coats of hair, and making sure all couch time is top quality. He is also in charge of tending to the people when they are sick. Oliver, to put it lightly, is a mama’s boy.
Obi Wan Kittenobi – Kitten Specialist
Brought onto the team in April of 2010, Obi is five years old and is every color except grey. He was adopted from the Cheyenne Animal Shelter when it became clear that Oliver needed a brother. His duties include meeting the people at the door, standing underfoot at all times, and supervising showers. Even though she gets a fair amount of attention from him, The Girl suspects that Obi prefers The Boy.
A cat magnet, The Boy has proven to be an excellent team member. His quiet ways are a perfect fit to the more thunderous ways of others within the group. The Boy’s primary responsibilities are belly rubs, brushing Obi, and cooking…because nothing good can come from leaving The Girl unsupervised in the kitchen.
Me. I work in the marketing and communications industry in Cheyenne. People say I love my cats more than they’ve ever seen anyone love their cats before. Maybe this is true. But they are fascinating creatures and I find real insight into humans in their behavior. Besides, there is nothing that says “home” more than the smell of kitten fur and the rumble of a good purr. My primary duties are feeding the cats feeding the cats feeding the cats, litter box duty, and providing a lap when snuggles are needed.
In loving memory: Zensai
Zen was my bearded dragon. He was almost 12 years old when he died in October of 2012. I got him when I first moved to Cheyenne because I’ve always wanted a lizard. I thought I’d get a small lizard who would maybe live a year or two – you know, to get it out of my system. The lizard I wanted was sold, so I bought Zen. Then I found out that my lizard, the size of a quarter at the time, would grow to be two feet long and would live for up to 15 years. Oops. His name is Japanese for appetizer. He was named by my cat, Poco.
In loving memory: Poco
Poco was born the day after my 12th birthday. Over the years she was my best friend – often my only friend – and she went on all my adventures with me. She was there when I was a teenager, went with me when I went to university, sat up with me for late night job searches, and moved with me to Cheyenne. As a tortie she was never short of attitude. She died on February 15, 2010, just a couple months short of her 21st birthday.