Mom’s sweet and beautiful marmalade cat, Ozzie, died yesterday. We don’t know why. He’s a young cat, and was (we thought) perfectly healthy. He seemed fine, just a little delicate in his stomach, as cats get sometimes.
Then, suddenly, he was gone.
The vet will call us with results when (if) he gets any. right now, although we’re cognizant of the fact that worse things happen every day all over the world, we’re shocked and sad.
He wasn’t even really supposed to live here. Mom had a kitten, Sweetie Pie, who was rather too rambunctious. When she clawed her way up Mom’s pants leg and bit her in the butt, I said, “That kitten needs another kitten to play with.”
Mom’s friend Glenda had been feeding this stray boy she called Ollie, short for Oliver, because he always wanted some more, I guess. She was going away on a vacation, and asked if Mom would take Oliver. Mom thought she could keep him while Glenda was away and see if Sweetie Pie liked the idea of another cat in the house; if she liked it, Mom would get another kitten.
When Glenda got back, it turned out she thought she was offering for Mom to HAVE Ollie for KEEPS. By then, Sweetie Pie and Mom were attached to him, so it all worked out. Mom kept calling him Ozzie, though, instead of Ollie, and that stuck, too.
Here are some pictures of him.
NO PROMPT TODAY.