When I’m at the computer and Oscar is in the office, he likes to observe. Yesterday, I looked over and thought “Now, that’s a handsome pose.” so I took a snapshot.
Then, I told him “OK, let’s try a ‘cute’ one.”
I talked to my dad this morning at a little after 7:00AM. He told me unless something miraculous happened, it would be Katy’s last day on earth. Nothing miraculous happened. He emailed me just after noon to tell me they’d put her to sleep.
Katy was an eleven-year-old “black lab.” I put her breed in quotes because she was the freakiest looking black labrador I’d ever seen. As a pup, she looked just like every other adorable black lab puppy. As she grew older, however, it seemed almost as if her legs stopped growing. Her body grew, but her legs were short. She looked more like a miniature cow than the pure-bred sporting dog she allegedly was. Considering the time she was purchased and that black labs were one of the dogs to have, I have no doubt that she was the product of puppy-mill inbreeding.
The culprit!
I walked out the door this morning to find a cat I’d never seen before making a hasty retreat from the bowl of food I leave out for a “stray” that hangs around my building. Busted, disgusted, cannot be trusted!
As she hustled away, I called to her and was able to coax her back close enough for me to take a couple shots of her. In the shot above, she’s looking directly at the bowl of food.
A few more shots after the jump.
At night, I like to crank the thermostat back to 65 degrees or less so it gets nice and chilly in the bedroom. Each morning, when I wake up, I crank it back up to 70 degrees. Lately, Oscar has been spending his mornings in the bathroom, warming up on the register. I snapped the above shot this morning.
Alright, now. I’ve emailed you multiple times to two different addresses. I’m going to send it again from a different address to both of yours.
Sorry for the public announcement, folks, but it’s the only way I can get in touch with the guy.
Just so this post isn’t a total loss, here’s a picture of Oscar hosting the Oscars.
UPDATE!! Hazbeen hazbeen reached by email. The eagle has landed. The fox smells his own hole.
This is Oscar.
He is, pound-for-pound, the baddest cat to walk the earth. Don’t believe me? Ask anyone who has met him.
He will ruin your shit.