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Kiwi and Master

As if I hadn't had enough to deal with, recently, both my good friend Kiwi (she's the cat in the middle), whom I grew up with from kittenhood, and my Master, have been ill. I hope they recover soon. Late last year I had surgery and am back to being myself, but not everyone can be Oscar!

Shadow and Zeus

I am glad 2012 is gone. On November 6th, my good friend Shadow died. He had a tumor in his tummy. He was my good friend, and was about 14 years old. I was closer with him than i was to Apollo, and so his death saddened me these last three months. Shadow was always good natured and loved his friends.

My human, Jessica, was sad. Losing two good friends to death in less than a year is hard. But, the same day my human took Da Boy, as we called Shadow, to The Man With Big Arms, she came back with a kitten named Zeus. He is a real hellion. I was miffed, at first, but I can take him. Mostly, he plays with Thor and bothers Kiwi. He is scared by my size and meow.

Here is a picture of Shadow:

Here is a photo of that little hellion:

He is less furry than Shadow, and quite a bit bigger now. This photo was taken on the day Shadow died, I think.

I am still sad, but it is nice to know that Da Bub and Da Boy look down on us from Kitty heaven.

Apollo

Sadness is on me. On March 9th, this year, my friend Apollo, also known as Da Bub, or Bubby, died. It has taken me months to get up the stamina to write this. We were not really close. He and Thor were like brothers. Apollo started puking one day, then went to the veterinary place, which I hate, and died. I was sad. So were Kiwi and Shadow. It is different, all these months, without that blind boy. He was the youngest of us, and will be missed. My Mistress, Jessica, is still devastated, so I comfort her when I can.

Apollo would have turned five years old on the 30th of this month. Thor turned five on the 26th. My Mistress is writing a  book about him and my Master wrote one with all of us in it. I was the star, of course.

I miss you, Apollo: 8/30/07-3/9/12.

Oscar is 10 this month! Happy Birthday Oscar! (He's not the best at photo shop, unfortunately.)

A good movie my master likes.

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Shoes!

I like shoes. Yes. They are fun and smell nice. I like to roll around in my person's shoes. (She is my mommy but I am not a baby--no!) She got these new shoes and I like to roll around all the time. Yes. I like it because it is fun and it allows me to forget my problems. Yes.

I feel better. I do this whenever the brat tries to have his way. He won't have it his way, no! He is a brat!

I like shoes.

Brat!

Just look at this brat I live with, yes. He is a big brat and always likes to sit by me. He is a pest. This morning he knocked over the garbage can and tried to blame it on me! Yes. Can you believe it? Then my person did not think it was me, no because she knows I am Oscar and I am perfect, yes. She knew it was this little brat who knocked over the can, yes she did. Then he ran away with his little fluff butt showing and his puffy tail in the hair. He has such a 'tude, he does.

Just look at those eyes. They are bad. They are the eyes of someone guilty, and Thor is guilty 'cause he is a little brat. He is!

I showed that mean manx who was boss, I did!

Last night there was this orange manx and he was very mean and he was outside and just sitting there so I showed him who is boss, that it is me, Oscar, yes.

I hissed and growled and made a big fuss, and I made him so scared that he will never be coming back here, no, never.

After a while my person had to calm me and so I changed my blog to the soothing candles, yes.

I scared that mean manx away, I did. He knows not to come here because he is so scared of me. Yes. I am scary.

New pics of me soon.

Mommy took some pics of me sleeping today and I need to post them soon, yes. I was sleeping because blogging takes a lot out of me. I know I haven't blogged in a while but I am still here.

Here is me sleeping on the couch, yes.


Here is me behind the blanket on my chubby chair. I like it, yes. I do it even when it is very hot out because I like to. Don't forget about me, Oscar. I am still here, yes, and I run the show.

New Blog, New Ambition.

Hi. This is Oscar and I am a Literary Cat from now on. I am going to read and write books if I can. I like to plop on books so that is a start. I will write a thick book soon so that way I can plop on it and stretch my paws on the sides of it. I like to do that, yes.

I also like to plop on my person's yoga mat while she is doing yoga, yes I do.

Article with Oscar's photo.

For all wanting to read an article that features Oscar's photo, click this link.

 

 Oscar says it is a must read! 

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.