This is Mom’s cat Ozzie. He was originally named Oliver, because he was a stray. Her friend was feeding him, but was going on vacation and asked if Mom would take him. Mom’s kitten, Sweetie-Pie, was lonely and needed a companion. I knew this because Sweetie-Pie would run across Mom’s house, climb Mom’s leg, and bit her in the butt.

So, yeah, Mom agreed to — as she thought — foster Oliver until her friend got back from vacation. When the friend got back, it came to light that she didn’t want Mom to foster Ollie, but have him. Of course, by that time, we were all attached to each other, so that was that. Somewhere along the way, “Ollie” became “Ozzie”, and has been so ever since. If you have cats, you know how cat names are.

Ozzie’s favorite place, in clement weather, is the roof, preferably the top of the chimney. As long as he doesn’t drop any presents down the chimney, I don’t mind.

Cue the violin music:

A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: A character acquires an unexpected pet.

MA