Farewell Oscar

Oscar has moved away. Out of our driveway. Out of our life.

Believe it or not, I'm sad. Although we weren't exactly friends, and had our share of hissy fit stand-offs, Oscar and I were united in our hatred of the ginger cat. I hope he didn't have anything to do with her leaving.

One day we might have been friends. I'll miss her.

on the prowl

Ha! Got to stay out late again tonight. Ellen went out and instead of locking me in, I was out on the prowl. Sooo much nicer than being cooped up inside with nothing to do. I often see my neighbours (primarily white fluffball and ginger cat from down the drive, but also Oscar sometimes) out and about in the driveway after dark. It's like they're having a party but didn't invite me!

Stalking huntsman

Ellen says I have to write something here, but I really can't be bothered. It's not like the past few days have been eventful or anything. A couple of really hot days, during which I slept under my favourite hydrangea bush; and then it turned colder, which gave me more energy to patrol MY GARDEN and keep that pesky Oscar out. I keep seeing her more and more! She thinks she's so cute with her grey fluffy coat. And I know she goes out of way to be nice to people, just to spite me. I hate her.

Tonight we have a huntsman on the wall up high. I am waiting for it to come down so I can pounce upon it.

Five star kitty

I've been very good recently. Only the occasional wrist-gnawing and breakfast-chucking (can cats be bullemic?) episode.

This morning, I was very kind to Ellen. She was reading in bed and I crawled in under the quilt and snuggled into her side. Like a little hot water bottle.

I have attacked her feet a few times though. I can't be good all the time.

And I think I chased Oscar out of the garden as well.

But I have spent a lot of time on Ellen's lap. Surely that makes up for everything?

Oscar the tormentor

Oscar was asking for it again last night, but lucky for her, she was on the other side of the window. I really don't see why SHE gets to hang around outside all night, while I have to stay indoors. There she was, grey fluffball, perched on the stepping stones in MY GARDEN right outside Ellen's bedroom window. Bathed in the glow of reflected light. (Nothing so romantic as moonlight.)

Really not fair. All I could do was hiss at her a few times, but she only cast a disdainful glance in my direction and sprawled out in the cool of the night.

I hate her.

Oscar asking for it

Had a near incident with Oscar this evening. Oscar is our neighbour, a smallish grey and white long-hair that I suspect Ellen rather likes. She (Oscar is female, we think) has recently taken to coming into MY GARDEN. Just because her own garden is a weed-infested cage of concrete, I don't see why she should have to intrude on my space. Ellen doesn't seem to mind at all; in fact, she keeps telling me we should become friends. Friends! Cats don't HAVE friends! And even if we did, I certainly wouldn't be friends with her.

Anyway, I spotted Oscar on top of the garage roof, so I headed on up to chase her away. Ellen (watering the garden) yelled at me, and I thought she was going to turn the hose on us. Lucky she's in water-saving mode because of the drought. It was too hot to get really aggro though, so I just hissed at Oscar and she got the message.

As if I'd be her friend.

I'm staying on watch at the front door all evening to make sure she doesn't come back. A pity there's fly wire there, but at least I can howl at her through the mesh.