Oscar and friends
- Name: Oscar the Wonder Cat
- Location: Melbourne, Australia
I am the youngest of my family. I was adopted by my Mum and Dad who I love very much (even though I bite them). I like to do nothing and everything (all at once). I have Cat-itude and I wanted this blog to tell you all what I think about everything. So listen up.
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Saturday, August 27, 2005
My sister and I - getting closer
We weren't very impressed when mum started taking more blooming photos of us. Doesn't she have enough?
And for once, maybe we didn't dislike each other as much as we thought we did. In one glance Molly and I totally understood each other.
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
Am I beautiful?
My Mum says I am beautiful and should be a model. My Dad says "Handsome , not beautiful - you will give him a complex".
I am so spoilt with my cat toys. My perches, tunnels, my panic mouse, my mouse on a spring, the dangly things my parents have bought me, the balls I can bat, the mouse I can chance, not to mention my favorite toy - crabby. Ohhhh how I love crabby. I throw him up in the air and try to catch him. It's hard and I don't know I have done it yet, but I keep trying.
Should I have my whiskers groomed do you think? I am thinking of dying them purple or something. You know, just to be a rebelious teen.
Mum says I am already a lot of trouble. If I don't get my way, I stomp around the house, mewing louding to anyone who will listen. If I still don't get my way, I go find crabby and play. Crabby is my friend. He loves me!
Where did I go?
Saturday, August 13, 2005
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
My sister Molly and Me.
This is the other thing Molly does. Dad calls her his little parrot. She sits on the back of his chair, puts her head on his shoulder every night whilst we are eating dinner, and she cuddles up to him. She closes her eyes and just purrrs.
Sunday, August 07, 2005
The Weekend wrap up
Thursday, August 04, 2005
A bad whisker day.
My sister Molly joined me for a while. She has no appreciation of sleeping styles. Look how boring she is. She seriously has some issues. Please note, that my style is completely relaxed and I have no issues like my sister at all.
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
One of my more embarrassing moments
I can't even bear to see myself. I have to turn away.
I try so hard to maintain my dignity.
Do I look fat like this?
Even after a bath, I still give my Mum a kiss (lick) on her hand to tell her I understand and I still love her.