Weeeeeeeeeee!!!...

IT IS 6 AM; I'VE BEEN UP SINCE 4 AM; IT'S MY DAY OFF. Almost felt like yelling, almost.

No photoshop involved; his eyes do glow. I swear!

This is all because of OSCAR, the TERROR.  He's been totally psychotic since 4 a.m. And I'm in the middle of planning rabbit stew for supper (we don't own any fluffies, though...) My hand has been used as a scratching post; my feet have been mauled; the net-book has been attacked 3 times (while in my lap); I've been hunted for the past 45 mins. And Oscar is starting to look damp. (Here, he comes...)

As he takes a break to feed and strategize (I'm watching him, too), I can't help but want to dunk him under the tap a couple of times, like my mom use to do to us when we got out of hand. (What? No. That's not considered abuse, now? Really? OK then.) I'm going to have to up the anti and load up with 'ice' water. After thinking about this 'devil-kitty', I do realize that it's the first time I have a feline without a partner. Usually, my pets come in pairs; it seems to avoid the loneliness during the day and stop the attacks on the humans. Doesn't always work with dogs, though. Dogs get a 'Pack' mentality and bad things happen, trust me. (Chiclet & Sleeves, R.I.P.)

(Oscar does look like this when he gets crazy. I then refer to him as 'Antonio'.)

Oscar is having an identity crisis, which I will probably share later if it evolves. Let's just say that some of his body language is less than kitty-like and more people-like, which can be disturbing, yet you can't help but be amazed when you see him carry on. I promised the men of the house that I wouldn't subject Oscar to the dreaded PROCEDURE until he was around 6 months of age. "To give him some time to experience being a boy," my young teenage son argued. Sorry kid but the date has been moved up due to unforeseen events.

There's no way I'm doing this for another 3 months, people. He's going in for his shots anyways, so we save on the fees and he doesn't have to be traumatized twice. See, it's a good thing. (Just blocked another flying attack from Ninja Pussy. That doesn't sound right, but it makes me laugh, so it stays.) And this place is not big enough..(bare with me...) point and scare, yeah!

I was saying... there's no room or time for a buddy for Oscar. And nobody knows how long Oscar will be residing here, right? Cats like to roam, right? They're natural explorers; free spirits who can feed off birdies, little rodents  - and grass. It's true! Time for more coffee. It's going to be a long day.