((dlowan))
What a beautiful post for Oscar. My eyes teared up, and yet it gave me a chuckle too.
The way you describe him makes me think of my Essa. I wasn't even supposed to be keeping her - but here she is, she's gone from teen to grown-up with me now. It's all over - we'll be together for better or worse now.
She's a direct contrast to my other buddy, Chubbs.
Yesterday, I walked into my room to find a book and I smelt shat. Here we go again!
So I started the hunt. Expecting it to be an accident on the floor or in my shoes.
I found poop all over my pink stuffed chair. My stepfather gave it to me, before he passed. It means a LOT to me. Cats are not allowed there - ever ever.
I was shocked and mad. Essa! She is a strange little girl. I'm still trying to figure her out.
So I'm cleaning and cursing, and crying a little bit, and when I'm done I go into the living room to think.
Still mad, I see Essa trotting off, turning to look at me every so often with an expression like "Are you still mad, or can we cuddle now?"
She looked a little scared of me too.
Well, my heart just melted. She doesn't do these things to make a point - Chubs would! lol.
She's very sensitive and a bit of an air head. She's also a total sweetie and loving as anything.
I just wish she would stop with the random shatting!

She's much better, and that Fooey stuff works wonders, but every now and again....