Oscar doesn’t typically get top-billing on my blog, because he is more reclusive than the others. I can’t blame him really; he was found in a garbage dump as an older kitten and didn’t get much socialization until later. Jon has a soft spot for lost causes, and when he saw Oscar at the no-kill shelter and heard his story, he brought this pretty, young adult boy home.
Oscar promptly crawled under the bed and spent most of the next year there. When Jon and I met and married, and blended our kitty family, I think Oscar started to realize that people aren’t quite so scary. And he learned how to play! Oscar will probably never be a lap cat, but he does beg for pets, on his own terms.
And if you see him sleeping on the bed, don’t disturb him, or he will give you a dirty look and flip you the bird!