Oscar Update

The cat has adjusted much better than I have.

Let's see. He gets to sleep all day, eat pretty much at his leisure, and get petted by me because he's using his sympathy trump card. And I come home from lunch so he doesn't get too lonely. Oh yeah, I talk about him with the other cat lovers at works. Apparently, I've been admitted to this new "pet" club that no one talks about. But once you own a pet you get inducted. I think it's when you complain about the stinky cat food and kitty litter.

James is trying to convince me that Oscar needs to learn about the outside world. (Don't worry Jeanne, no coyotes on this urban side of town. Just possums.) Sure. Like I'm going to allow my country kitty to get confused out there in the big bad city. And I'm just finally getting used to him trying to wake me up before my alarm goes off. (He's not very successful.)