This is my girl-cat Holly, which is short for Mahalia, which paired with her brother's name 'Oscar' is two characters from the old John Laroquette show. She's a sweet kitty, affectionate and funny.
Oscar the cat. He's Holly's brother from the same litter, also named from a character on the old John Laroquette show. Does the whole "cat" thing very well.
Their personalities in a photo. Holly is ever-vigilant; Oscar is always relaxed.
The conversation. Next ensued a lot of ear-scratching and petting and other attention from the cat's pet human.
Oscar in characteristic pose, sleeping.
Skeptical Cat isn't buying ANY of this...
Holly's glove. At night, she attacks it, throws it in the air, carries it around in her fearsome little jaws, howling piteously. We finally realized; she's roaring. Only tiny.
Typing? What is this "typing" you refer to?
I've been sitting here in this pose for a full minute, and you're STILL not scratching me between the ears and under the chin, or petting me or anything...
Holly and milk. I later Photoshopped out the clutter in the background.
Oscar and Chris.
Holly and milk
DANGER: keep hands away from opening. Shown: Oscar the cat. And really - you don't want to put your bare hands anywhere near the hole in this box. He's FAST.
This is Patches, a neighbor's kitty who spent more time on our property than theirs. He was a huge kitty, nearly 20 lbs and we loved him dearly. He died of exposure after a stroke crippled him, while outside in bad weather. It's a complicated tale how we know that's what happened, but we do, and it is.
I don't know what he's looking at but he held that pose for a couple minutes.
Oscar in our kitchen. First day with Canon G11. If this were an LOLCAT poster, what would the caption be?
Holly, apparently recovering. (Diane, you only thought you were going to read that book. It makes a dandy place for a cat to sit while she watches for the buttered toast to be unprotected for a moment.)
15 is getting on in years, for a cat. Oscar shows his characteristic level of concern.
This is Scratchy watching Chris play "Something" (in the way she moves) by The Beatles.
Oscar, sitting on my chest on the porch in August 2011. He's about 15 years old; we lost his sister last year and he has kidney trouble.
He's such a good kitty...
He is doing better after a very close call a couple weeks ago. This is not a young cat; his kidneys are not so good and he has lost a lot of muscle mass. I suspect arthritis is really bothering him too. And yet, he seems awfully happy to go on about his routine with us.
"He looked uncomfortable!" she said, before propping his head up on a pillow. She must have been right, because he didn't even twitch while I took this picture from several different angles.
One of the first pictures taken with my new Canon G1x. At dusk. Image has been resized to 1600px.
Holly after the last time she chased a squirrel. She was old and frail; she lay trembling as I praised her and petted her. So began as well, her last illness. She died 15 days later, in my arms at the vet.
Oscar knows... to get your attention, get in front of that screen
Christmas Eve, 2012: Oscar is pretty relaxed about it.