Domestic Shorthair
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Age: 12 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 19 lbs.

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Oscie, baby, Mr. Oscar, brat, sleepyhead

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

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Quick Bio:
-mixed breed-cat rescue

Gotcha Date:
February 14th 2006

February 15th 2004

Black Tiger and White

A gentle belly rub, milk, lazy afternoon, windowshades, sleeping, eating, meowing loudly, ear scratches, taking a bath, sunbathing, scratching, my vitamin syrup, I love mommy the most

Strangers, the sound of mommy's blowdryer, vaccum, and car engine, my vet, needles, droppers, medicines

Favorite Toy:
My scratchpad, my mommy's freshly laundried socks, strings

Favorite Nap Spot:
mommy's bed, the piano, TV

Favorite Food:
Broiled milkfish, tuna, chips, catfood, Whiskas, Friskies

He intelligently watches how everyone closes and opens doors and windows, and learns it immediately, can remove fishbone all by himself. He can open his bag of Friskies using his claw regardless how tight I tie the knot of its cover


Arrival Story:
I woke up one morning and left early to get me a coffee. On the way to a coffee shop, I saw a stray kitten from a school backyard. He is very thin and hungry you can almost see through his rib, he was a small, frail kitten trying to reach the lid of a trash can out of too much hunger, he would walk around, notwithstanding the high speed vehicles on the highway that could literally kill him in split second. He was so dirty, his paws were soiled, and his tail is broken, it has a weird bent as if someone cut it, so it didn't grow as it should. I stopped on my track and bent to look at him. He wasn't scared of me, he's very brave. He sheepishly looked at me with his huge eyes, he seemed abandoned and hungry, and he immediately won my heart. So I decided to bring him home and to adopt him and mother him. I just couldn't stand the thought that he could be dead by tomorrow because some car run him over to a pulp. On his first night, he slept on my rag and ate everything I gave him. He was so afraid everytime I try to hold him, so I let him scratch me all he wants, I kept on cleaning him, brushed his fur. I asked around and people told me his Mother (Debbie) left him and his siblings died, the gardener used to name him FEMUR, because he was soo thin, I toilette- trained him, cleaned him, fed him, and he never wants to leave anymore. Now he's grown into a fat, lazy cat. He is now my kid who follows me around the house, he likes a LOOT of attention and talks to everyone in the house, though he still needs to work on friendliness to strangers. We've been family ever since.

Now, I am the only son of a very loving cat lover. My mommy is a loving high maintainance Pagan urban rat, she is a gentle soul whose heart is big enough to provide me food, shelter, toys, and all my spoils :) She sacrifices her bed, her things, her sleeping hours, her money for my meowwy pleasures. She has a really tall boyfriend whom I was scared at first, but now, he can be my daddy. I live with my mommy, her sister, her little brother, and though I still often see my remotest relative on the street, Big Debbie, I will never ever leave my mommy. On a regular day, I enjoy pissing mommy off, I follow her like a maniac, everywhere she goes, so sometime she accidentally steps on my tail. I lurve morning rituals, she wakes up (I wake her up), she takes out on sunbathing, I get to eat a lot, then she gives me my vitamins. When she's at work, I wait for her all day, I lay on a round purple rag in front of her room, and she comes home to see me on her room door. Whener she goes out shopping or malling, she never fails to bring home goodies for me. She has a man in her life who keeps on carrying me when she feels like leaving me with that guy to brew coffee, Im a bit scared coz he's so tall, but it's okay coz he's really nice to me. I used to think I call the shots, but when mommy got mad at me, she sprayed water on me whenever I do nasty stuffs, nonetheless, I still own the bed, the piano, and mom's heart :) More of Oscar's photos are published online at: http://catsnaps.fotopic.net

Lives Remaining:
6 of 9

Forums Motto:
The royal brat

The Groups I'm In:
♥ =^..^= 4 The Love of Cats =^..^= ♥, *We ♥ Animals*, *~Wild and CRAZY Cats~*~But We LOVE Them!~*, +++Hurricane Katrina/Rita Survivors and Rescuers+++, AGAINST ANIMAL CRUELTY, Cats & Music, End Animal Testing, President Isabel's Animal Abuse Commission, SuperTabbyCatz, Tabby Boyz, Terrific Tabbies, The Cat Lounge

The Last Forum I Posted In:
Did mom did the right thing?

I've Been On Catster Since:
January 15th 2006 More than 11 years!

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Phat Cat's Love Story


July 10th 2006 5:46 am
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I don't have issues with my loving momma, I just don't like seeing my doc OFTEN, I get really scared and I hide under mommy's bed for hours whenever we come home from the vet clinic.

I turn chicken, and next week, mommy is going to bring me AGAIN to the doctor for a medical exam and yearly VACCINE, which I hate hate hate!


My Tail of Devotion for ♥ Oscar ♥

June 22nd 2006 5:08 am
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Dear Oscar,

It's been, what, few days? Since I left our suburban home to work again in this city jungle and live again in this lonely apartment, all I think about is how well you are recovering. I know my family takes care of you probably better than I do, but my heart still aches for your sleepy meow, your lazy walk, your scratching moments, your snobbish arc, you quiet, peaceful presence. You are the wave that calms my ravaged soul, you don't know how stress and problems drain out of me everytime I go home from work to be greeted at the front door by your huge, wandering eyes.

No human being comes close to this, only you can render me this vulnerable, this weak. The day I brought you home, I vividly remember how small you were, your dull coat, filled with dust and dirt, your bleak stare that speaks of undernourishment, and your untrusting, yet careful gaze that speaks of too many hardships and trauma. I did not even bother ask what your life on the street was, It is too painful for me. How I adore your bent, crooked tail, a remembrance of your hard life as a kitten, your bent tail that was disfigured by mean people who hit you by a basket ball. I remember bringing you to the vet, your pretty doctor, to have you x-rayed for any fracture, I remember your first meal, and how you always sleep near my stomach even if we tuck you on your now-favorite rug, Oh how you love me at first sight.

You make every day a struggle for me to go. You break my heart every time I have to leave for work and you bite my sock-covered toes, or follow me through the door, or sometimes unknowingly wink at me, always assured at the thought that I'd come back.

We may not share our entire life times together, I may have allergies or have developed asthma, but to compromise you is never an option. You, my furry son, are a genuine soulmate.

Few days seem like eternity, please wait my dear, till mommy come home again. I deeply love you.

This is a special Tail of Devotion

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Recovering, recovering

June 21st 2006 9:31 pm
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As my mommy said, she sent me to the vet for surgery, the pretty doc lulled me to sleep so I won't have to cry or bite, when mommy came to pick me up, I was on dextrose, It was pretty painful, and I was weak the night I got home, I was still a little disoriented from the drugs and anesthesia and I was noisy the entire night. Come morning, mommy woke up and brought me to her room, I slept in her bed for the whole day. The effects of the drugs probably subsided during the morning, because I hardly slept the entire night.

Today, I am calmer, in less pain, though I am still under medication. I have been taking antibiotics while waiting for the cut to heal.

I hope I stop hurting myself. I just can't help I love playing I get too rough at times (okay, make that always) that I end up hurting myself.

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