Sunday's With Oskie

“Watch a cat when it enters a room for the first time. It searches and smells about, it is not quiet for a moment, it trusts nothing until it has examined and made acquaintance with everything.”

Jean-Jacques Rousseau quotes (French philosopher and writer whose novels inspired the leaders of the French Revolution, 1712-1778)

Oscar Wilde (as seen in the above photo) has been with me since February 2001. He has been with thru relationships, career changes, and every imaginable type of adventure. He has listened to my stories and made sure I was never alone.
I never thought about him being mortal until he recently became ill.
How could he be mortal? The cat who picked me? The cat who, when I cry, curls up in my lap and just looks at me patiently. No judging, just sitting...
I went to the Humane Society that day, way back when, searching for a fluffy orange kitten. Instead, my coat was pulled from behind by a very large tabby cat whose paperwork said "Big Cat, Social". The orange kitten they brought into the room didn't stand a chance, Oskie had already picked me.
There was a list they gave me that day. The first thing was "don't be upset if your new cat runs and hides". Not Oscar. He did a complete loop of the condo, looked up at me, jumped up on the couch and took a nap. I took that as his approval with the place.
There are 800 things to do and so many other things that I could write about, but I find myself just sitting next to him.