Mastering of Indoor Cat Life

It was the paw that started it. Oliver had managed to wedge his left front paw between two sofa cushions during an ambitious stretch, and

My heart stopped when I saw the door. The delivery driver had balanced a package against the hallway door to sign his tablet, and the

Oliver is, under normal circumstances, what cat behaviorists call a “velcro cat.” He follows me from room to room, supervises my cooking from the kitchen

Two weeks. That’s all it took. Fourteen days of five-minute training sessions with a $5 plastic clicker, a bag of freeze-dried chicken treats, and Oliver

It was 4:07 AM when Oliver used my face as a launchpad. Not a gentle wake-up nudge — a full-commitment, four-pawed push-off from my left

It was a perfectly peaceful Tuesday evening. I was horizontal on the sofa, halfway through a documentary, feet hanging casually off the edge — which,