Monday, January 25, 2010


I was perusing through the multitudes of pictures that we have, searching for something that I thought I had, but ultimately did not...and came across this picture of Oscar.

One would think that a cat who had gambled so many lives in just one single game of chicken would be a tad... just a tad...more grateful.

But, alas, he is does not feel one tee-tiny bit of thanks for our snatching him from the brink of death. He stalks around here demanding food, yowling and scratching to be let out, tormenting Vivi and terrorizing My Boy when the mood strikes him.

Then, in the wee hours of the night he slinks into our bed and snuggles, cuddles and purrs.

And I forgive him all over again.