In my last Cat Log — a piece of gonadal gonzo journalism — I covered Ozzy’s inevitable neutering. Several months have passed since the operation, and thankfully, the little guy seems to be doing well. Only now, he’s not so little. Part of the excitement of owning a Maine Coon or another large cat breed…
This is a post chronicling the continuing story of Oswald, or “Ozzy,” my Maine Coon/Norwegian Forest Cat. To catch up on everything that’s happened so far, click here. Aside from a scorching hot sun, the onset of August 2019 brought a wave of slight anxiety my way. Ozzy was about to turn six months old,…
It’s been nearly a month since I last recorded what was happening with my new kitten, Lee Harvey Oswald, or “Ozzy” (not necessarily a reverential naming, by the way). Since then, much like his namesake, Ozzy has made some history of his own. My original plan was to check-in and write up a formal Cat…
I’ve never been particularly fond of cats. Historically, my experiences looking after various neighbours’ house cats were comparable to visiting murderous mental patients on house arrest, and I wouldn’t go further than describing most of the nicer cats I’ve encountered as “aloof.” In truth, cats are a strange choice as house pets. They’re carnivorous, vicious…
