Oscar Update



Oscar - life is pretty sweet!

 So, we survived after all.  Mabel woke me up as if it were time for her to eat, but in reality it was 2:50 am.  According to her belly, it was apparently closer to 6 a.m., or usual breakfast time.  Somehow I snuck her a few treats and that did the trick so I could go back to sleep.   I should admit that before I went to bed I tried to sneak Mabel a few bites of food while Oscar was upstairs.  I was mid spoonful from the can to the dish when suddenly Oscar appeared out of nowhere.  I was so busted and acted like it. I mean I'M THE HUMAN and yet I acted like a child caught red-handed dropping mom's good jewelry into the toilet or pouring her expensive perfume down the drain (note: I never did either of these...I just made those up). I immediately dropped everything out of Oscar's sight and acted as if I wasn't doing anything, which really is just stupid.  And I have no doubt I looked like an idiot - I know this is true because of the feeling of intense fear I felt when I saw him come around the corner!

So we got up and got to the vet's office around 7:30 a.m.  I was told I could call about noon to check on him, so of course I called at 11:40.  He did okay - but needed FIVE teeth pulled!  Oh my poor baby!  So I was glad I did it because those teeth could've led to further problems down the road.  Marilyn at the office told me I could come get him after 3.  Oscar is known to these girls and the vets for being a patient who really tests their sympathy levels and makes them question why they got into their line of work in the first place.  He is not a good boy...he snarls, growls, hisses and swats at them to the point where they can barely get him in the carrier.  Once in the car, he turns on the charm to me.  "Merr" he says to me from the back seat.  "Mrrr," to let me know he had a very bad day.  "Maaawwwmmm," to emphasize the fact that I should really feel sorry for him (which I did, and I felt responsible for it!)  But by the time we got home, he was so lovey-dovey and grateful to me for coming to pick him up from that place...I didn't have the heart to remind him that I had taken him just that morning.  Instead I just gave him lots of love and took his incredibly loud purring as forgiveness - since I'm quite sure that he did remember I had taken him that morning, but pets don't hold grudges. They are just grateful to be loved.  And for that I am truly grateful.