Marvin came to me when he was about 3 weeks old. A co-worker of mine found him underneith a trailer, screaming and alone. He was dirty and cold, but seemed to be ok. I gave him a warm blanket and some canned food – what he did next is how he earned his name…
Marvin was a homely little thing. His huge head and tiny body made him a unique little character.
Mavin absolutely loved Jak. He was always there through Jak’s rough patches. Jak’s allergies caused him to chew his foot raw, which required bandaging……Marvin was there.
Jak hurt his knee…….Marvin was there.
Jak had to be hospitalized for liver issues……Marvin was there.
Jak and Marvin where best buds. Amiogos. Buddies. Pals.
Oliver tried to keep him in line.
But as Marvin grew, all poor Oliver could do was tolerate him.
Once Marvin was old enough, he was adopted by my dad, who fell in love with him when he was very young.
He went from a little bobble head to a beautiful cat. Its truly an ugly duckling story.
When Jak visits Marvin they seem to pick up right where they left off. They are still best buds. Amigos. Pals.
Marvin’s Kingdom…
Jak-N-Oliver's Twist 