Sometimes our pets can be so inspirational that we want to become more like them. Oscar is just one of these cats. The first CH cat in his family, Oscar has been a great source of love and inspiration. Read more from Karen:
We first met Oscar at a Cat Sanctuary called Tabby’s Place. We had never heard of CH cats but we just fell in love with his beauteous tuxedo self. Once we learned he would not have pain and could live a full lifespan, we knew we could meet his needs and could not wait to bring him home.
His CH is listed as moderate but I think it’s pretty mild. I haven’t figured out what he can’t do. OK, maybe he can’t jump but he can climb — almost anywhere. We worry a lot more than he does about “what goes up must come down.”
Wilde Oscar has no idea he has any limitations. He has a non-CH step sister named Carson and we were afraid she would torment him. Rest assured he gives as good as he gets, and it’s all playful.
Our only problem is that we had some pretty high cat furniture for Carson — we never thought Oscar could scale the heights so we didn’t worry about it. The same for window sills, etc. The fact is, he can (and is determined) to scramble his way to the top of anything. He’s so proud and happy when he reaches the top, so we hate to take it away from him. But the dismount is more of a problem.
I had some old yoga meditation pillows (zafu and zabuton) which I don’t use anymore. They make perfect padding for underneath potentially hazardous venues. Even Carson seems to like to bounce off of them.
What he can do is steal hearts. When he went for his kitty wellness exam, he scampered to the vet’s lap and started his earth-shaking purrrrrrrr. The vet said we could just leave him there for a month — only because she was already in love with him. Who isn’t?
We call him the Bedbug — he holds off until about 5 a.m. to start nibbling at our noses and ears. Let’s get on with the day!
Stuff he likes? His belly, his toys, his breakfast, his sister’s breakfast, his tail, anybody who will stroke him, sunshiny windows, soft stuff, his dinner, straws, stuff to climb, jumping out from hiding at his sister, life… I wrote on my Facebook page that he walks like he’s drunk, bumps into stuff, and falls down a lot. A friend wrote that she wishes she had as good an excuse for the same behavior. We love Oscar and don’t believe he could possibly be more perfect.
Life with Oscar is a constant source of amazement and inspiration not to mention pure affection. I want to grow up to be just like him.