The Cat That Got Away
This is Omar, a cat I met and kind of tamed in the summer of 1999 while house sitting for friends in PA. He was a biter and a scratcher who infuriated the other two legitimate feline members of the household by just sort of strolling into the house through their cat door whenever he felt like it. I thought he was smashing. He now lives in Massachusetts and has apparently taken up the violin. What a looker.
One evening I was watching a movie in the glassed-in, air-conditioned living room when I saw Omar racing across the lawn, hell bent for leather and practically foaming at the mouth. I thought, "What in the world is he running from?" and turned to survey the yard. When I spotted an unbelievably huge buck with his doe and fawn standing at the edge of the lawn, I just about fell off my chair. Those were some big antlers there, feller.
I teased Omar about it for days. "Hey Omar, can I borrow a few BUCKS?" and like that. Don't think he didn't understand me.
Love to you, my handsome bad boy Omar, and to your human for sending me this recent photo.
One evening I was watching a movie in the glassed-in, air-conditioned living room when I saw Omar racing across the lawn, hell bent for leather and practically foaming at the mouth. I thought, "What in the world is he running from?" and turned to survey the yard. When I spotted an unbelievably huge buck with his doe and fawn standing at the edge of the lawn, I just about fell off my chair. Those were some big antlers there, feller.
I teased Omar about it for days. "Hey Omar, can I borrow a few BUCKS?" and like that. Don't think he didn't understand me.
Love to you, my handsome bad boy Omar, and to your human for sending me this recent photo.
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