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Oscar’s summer

August 17, 2011
Oscar posing Aug 2011

Oscar watching Diane crochet something (click to embiggen)

Posting cat pictures is a blogger’s solemn responsibility; if we didn’t the Internet might stop.

Oscar isn’t in the best health; he’s 15, has arthritis and cataracts and kidney trouble and we lost his sister last year.  He’s losing a bit of weight.

But he carries on, doing what he’s always done – only more slowly.

Any proposed captions for this picture?

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  1. August 18, 2011 at 08:09 | #1

    For all his troubles, he doesn’t look a day over 2 years old in that picture.

    My first caption thought was along the joke about dogs snapping their heads when they see a squirrel, i.e.:


  2. August 18, 2011 at 09:03 | #2

    No caption just a comment. He sure is a handsome cat and by the look of his interest in what Diane is doing smart too.

  3. Karen
    August 18, 2011 at 16:10 | #3

    My human sure has a strange way of playing with all that good yarn! Doesn’t she know she’s supposed to chase it?

  4. August 19, 2011 at 06:40 | #4

    Oscar’s birthday is July 1995, which makes him 16 years old. We’ve had him since Labor Day weekend of that year. He and his sister from the same litter were taught since the day we brought them home that yarn is not for cats to play with.
    They would often rest on my lap with yarn passing by the shoulder into the path of my crochet hook. Both cats do like to chase cicadas.
    Back in his youth, Oscar was a very good mouse catcher. One October, there was a mouse on the back steps for each of 8 mornings in a row. Saved the garage from being rodent shelter, I think. When he murdered a male cardinal, I could hardly bear listening to the female mate calling from the back fence post all evening.

    As to a caption for the picture, could be same as usual “Hey You! put that thing down and get going on filling my food bowl!”

  5. dof
    August 20, 2011 at 10:51 | #5

    His age isn’t so apparent unless you know him. It helps that he’s covered in fur, and that his fur was gray to begin with. But he’s thinner, moves with less certainty, takes longer to figure things out. And his gray fur is getting… gray in it.

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