Guest Cat.

A friend sent me these photos he took of his sister's cat. I think they are so cute! =^.^= While Oscar will not be pleased, I've decided to open a section on Oscar's Blog for guest cats. He's not been posting much, after all. Blogging takes a lot outta him. Just look at that fuzzy widdle face!




Photos by Wassim Diab.

Oscar is not a "man's cat."

In a recent post I, Oscar's mom, did about manly men, I tried thinking which of my cats are "manly cats."

Unfortunately, Oscar, the star of this blog, is not a "man's cat." For one thing, he's too temperamental, he whines too much, and he's a bit of a diva/drama queen. Just look at him. Does that look manly to you?


Thor is not a manly cat because he's too much of a pretty boy.

Even though we call him the "Pitten" because he is so handsome that he is the Brad Pitt of cats, he's probably more like the Jude Law of cats, but Pitten sounds better. Either way, he's handsome, knows it, and if he were a person would likely be some yuppie working some white collar job after having majored in something useless at a university.


And Shadow? Forget it. He's a hairdresser and humps our other male cats. Enough said.

The only one who qualifies as a "man's cat" would be Apollo. Why? Because he got herpes in the eyes and kicked its ass. He didn't peep or whine once. Ok, so that's not true, but he's not a drama queen, when he runs into the wall due to his blindness, he just shakes his head and runs on, as any real man's cat should. He's no pussy, after all!


Apollo: he's one badass Bub! That's why he is called Da Bub!

I am out on my patio. Out on my chair.

Hi peeps. What up? My peep took this webcam shot of me sittin' here chillin' on my chair here out on the patio. It is my patio, yes.

I was happy last night because my peep let me stay out late last night and I got to enjoy the wind and sounds of the bugs, yes.

Well, I'm gettin' pretty hungry so I'd best be headin' back to my crib. Just wanted to give a shout out to all my pets out there. Oscar is here and he ain't leavin' no how. Yes. I am Oscar. That is me.

I am here. I am back. I am Oscar! Yes!

OK for all of my fans out there wondering just where I've been, I've told you that blogging takes a lot outta me. I enjoy tweeting because it is fun, but please stop all the pretty ladies trying to solicit me for human sex. I am a fixed male cat, yes. So there will be none of that.

And not to worry, I still look the same. And then this little brat had to get declawed, so now he can't fight at all! Ha ha ha! I'm sure you're thinking what a cute little kitty kat but he's a big brat, he is, yes.


Look how dumb he looks in that head thing! Ha ha ha! And when he tries to scratch, it is he who will sting. (I am trying to write a poem about it. Here's how it goes):

Poem (by me: Oscar)

Bratty Thor

There is this bratty kitten I know, yes.
His name is Thor.
Every morning, he whines at the door,
and I never have to guess
who is there because he's a bore.

Now that he's declawed,
He can't do a thing.
And whenever he tries to bite or scratch,
I just remind him who is King,
that it is me, Oscar, the King
of Cats. That is me.
And that is that.

Copyright by Oscar. Me. Yes.

In The Box...

Where am I? I'm Twittering, that's what!

ME!


If you people are all wondering what I've been up to, I've been Twittering the past month yes. I like it because blogging takes a lot outta me and Twittering is fun. Tweets are what the birds do, and I can do it too while I look at them from my patio yes.

Here you can see us on the patio. I don't know where I am, no, but those other kittens need to get off my seats, yes!

Baby Thor: Bratty Kitten!

Apollo thinks he runs the show, but no, it's me, Oscar, yes.

Those lazy cats, what do they do? Nothing, I tell you. They don't even blog or have Twitters, no!

Apollo And My Person.

Apollo likes to sit on my person's lap a lot. Yes he does. Sorry it's been awhile--blogging takes a lot outta me.