So you think that your cat is the sweetest little fluffy-kins that craps sunshine in a gravel filled box? Well let me tell you, while your co-workers are glazing over with another one of your never-ending, asinine stories on how “he is just like people”, I am about to burst your delusion bubble with a spiky thorn of reality. Your cat is nothing compared to Oscar Bits Miss’n. Oscar may not have looked like much with his missing ears, missing tail and his sleepy Paris Hilton eye but he was a bastion of resilient spirit and character. And that’s the kind of stuff one has to earn, even when you are a cat.
Oscar Bits Miss’n had a hard life. One day a woman got pissed off at the friendly old lady that fed the stray cats in the neighbourhood. When cursing at the old lady didn’t deter her from running the stray cat soup kitchen, the miserable bitch took a pair of scissors and cut off Oscar’s ears and tail to teach her a lesson. Oscar didn’t come around anymore and the old lady went looking for him. She found him one day under her porch where he lay, trying to wish himself to death. She called the humane society; they came by to rescue Oscar and took him to the shelter. That’s where my brother Aaron found him.
My brother is completely mental about animals. He always had pets, some of which I’ve liked, and some I’ve despised, like the goddamn ferret that bit me on the balls when I was sleeping over at his place. Aaron, who is an undertaker, frequents the humane society so often that some think he actually works there. On one particular visit with his wife Jessica, they saw Oscar sitting in the back of the cage and exclaimed, “We must have that cat”. With Oscar’s battered appearance they questioned my brother’s mental capacity. He assured them that he would love this tragic creature like a show cat, and even created an insane affluent pedigree to make Oscar feel better. Now this is were I come in.
Aaron and his wife won a trip to Spain and I won the “privilege” of taking care of the zoo while they were gone. They have an iguana that hates my guts, two pythons, five bald rats, a whole bunch of fish and Oscar. I also found a bunch of frozen mice in their freezer but I am not sure if they were ex-pets or snake food. After work I’d head to their place to take care of the animals. I would feed them, check to see if the iguana was still playing dead, and make sure the rats weren’t eating each other. After my chores were done, I’d pet Oscar on my lap while watching South Park. Oscar was an affection whore. There was never enough petting and cuddling to satisfy this bloody cat. This is when it occurred to me; here is Oscar the cat that had horrible things done to him by another human being and yet he had such character to forgive and not blame all of mankind for the evils of one. I can’t say that I have shown such forgiveness for lesser crimes.
Okay, so maybe he sprayed snot all over your arm when he shook his head. And he was known to have the odd shell shock flashback which causes him to freak out on your lap and bite you like a mad wombat. But you took it all in stride knowing he would be loved for the rest of his 8 remaining lives and that’s because Oscar Bits Miss’n was the best damn cat in the world.