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…
