He was found on our porch during the summer of 2000, he was 3 months old. We found out he actually belonged to our neighbors...but they decided that we could keep him since I was making a scene. We named him Milo..after Milo from Milo and Otis..and his middle name became Oliver..after Oliver in Oliver and Company. Obviously after cats..which he wildly resembled at the time. He was tiny..and stinky (he farted all the time)..and he loved to play in burger king bags..but we fell in love with him in no time at all. When I left the house all I could think about was his little orange face. He has lit up my life..and everyone elses that he comes across. Nowadays he loves to sneak into the basement and hump his favorite teddy bear..and laze around with his cousin/sister Hester..who by the way can't stand him. His tummy is bald..and he walks into a room full of people and sits right down to lick his butt. He's afraid of cords, but he loves paper sacks. He follows me around and lays with me every night, but won't lay by his grandma. He's a Momma's boy..he's my boy. I love him.