Farewell, Oscar

I am way behind in my posting. I have found out that I can write limericks when I am happy and when I am sad, but I can't seem to do it when I am worried. My Mother and I are both in good health, but my working life seems to be going down the tubes. I will try to write a farewell limerick for Oscar, but I haven't been able to yet.

Here is Oscar with his laser eyes. Oscar started the blog Cats Who Twitter, which is a great resource for twittering cats to meet and find out about each other. Because of the nature of the blog, I didn't find out a whole lot about Oscar himself. I did learn that he was an old cat and only had three legs. That didn't slow him down at all and he held his own when his brother Henry pounced him, which was often. He had quite a hairball problem until his Mom got him a FURminator, which he learned to love. When he got spooked or scared, he would hide under the couch or under the bed. He would run away whenever the doorbell rang.

There was a big fight between "I'm so worried about work" and "Yay, my vacation starts tomorrow" and "Yay" must have won, because this limerick popped into my head.

                                        Oscar went to the Bridge because he was old.
                                         Now he will never be sick or cold.
                                                  He'll have all four paws
                                                  And plenty of claws
                                         For climbing trees in a manner so bold.

Oscar

I love this picture of Oscar because it shows off his magnificent whiskers and beautiful eyes so well.  He lives in Australia with his sister Molly and two dogs, who mostly stay outside.  Oscar doesn't blog much, but he is well worth reading when he does.  He is a very helpful cat.  He even helps his Mom with sorting socks and doing the laundry.  He loves to play with toys and he has lots of them.  He is one of the luckiest cats around, because his Dad owns a pet supply store.  His favorite toy is Crabby, a stuffed toy.  Once one of the dogs got hold of Crabby and Oscar thought he was a goner for sure, but Mom sewed him up again until he was good as new.  It took Oscar a while to forgive the dog, but they are friends again.

                                           Oscar has the most magnificent set
                                           Of whiskers I have ever seen yet.
                                                 They are thick and strong
                                                 And beautifully long.
                                            In a whisker contest first prize he would get.