Oliver died this morning. We think he was 9. He was an adult cat when we adopted him, so we can’t tell for sure. Oliver was the first cat I ever loved. I think part of that was that he was the first cat who ever chose me. (That’s him hanging out in my study, … Read more
Ever since Oliver went walkabout, we observe him directly every single time we leave the house. Cats being occasionally secretive and frequently aloof, he doesn’t always cooperate. But see, I’m not having that awful feeling of him being lost again. So he must be seen before we depart. About half the time, he’s around and … Read more
I started writing about this a couple of times, and just couldn’t. Absent tonight’s thoroughly satisfying resolution, it was probably going to stay that way. We couldn’t find Oliver Wednesday morning. Worse, we didn’t really realize he wasn’t in any of his usual hidey-holes, and wasn’t coming when I rattled the laser pointer in the … Read more