My Oscar (Rainbow Bridge) used to snore. Now Oscar was no respecter of boundaries and territories. As far as he was concerned, the whole world was his oyster and all the human beings contained therein, specifically put on this earth for Oscar strokies.

A few days after we had moved into a new house, I ran into one of the neighbors who lived next door. She looked absolutely haggard. Upon enquiring as to the reason for her state, she told me of last night's Oscar adventure. Apparently she had been fast asleep, only to wake up with a start hearing a very strange noise. Being of a nervous disposition, she was terrified! She switched on her bedside lamp, only to find The Oscar curled up into a comfy ball at her side, fast asleep and snoring his head off. Deary me, they hadn't even met properly! Not knowing that Oscar was the tamest lap fungus on the planet, her not being a cat person and not knowing if he would bite or scratch, she shooed him off. Such indignity! She put him outside and went back to sleep. Well of course you know the rest. Oscar came back and back and back that night. Easy peasy for him, because she had a cat flap, but no cat.

I gave him a big talking to over breakfast and he never did it to her again. But he apparently did it to loads of other people, especially in the summer when windows were open. Lovely cat he was. We still miss him dreadfully.

Copyright © Ali Cassel
February 15, 2001