Cuddle Kitty

Oscar had now turned into the most cuddly cat you would ever meet in your life. He would cry at the door if he was locked out of your room when you were sleeping. He would reach his paws under the door and pull the door back and forth until it rattled hard enough it would wake you up. He had grown to the size of two cats now. If he layed on my chest he would go past both of my shoulders. He was getting to be a very good kitty. He would meow at his food bowl if he was hungry and it was empty. He was finally being good with Oci. He wouldn't attack her everyday. Maybe once a week, but he would always get bored and walk away before anything major escalated. He had ruined the inside of my door at this point. His claws had shredded the bottom of it from him reaching his paw under my door to wake me up when it was shut. He would sleep on my clothes I left on the floor so in a way he made me clean more because it drove me nuts when there would be cat hair all over my stuff. He was almost old enough to get fixed now so we thought he was going to be more relaxed and lovey. Keyword being we THOUGHT he would be nicer. We thought it would work like a dog getting fixed, that he would calm down and relax more. Oh, we didn’t know how wrong we would be. The vet told us we would wait until 9 months so there was a slim chance of side effects. Side effects included weight loss, schizophrenia, mood swings, stuff like that. We wouldn’t want our little trash cat to get angry would we? No, no we would not. He started sleeping with Amelia in her crib at night. He would slip in between the bars to her crib and cuddle up with her. It was adorable. She loved her Oscar. For Christmas I got her a stuffed Oscar. It was an orange and white stuffed kitty. She slept with him every night and carried him around all day with her. Amelia and Oscar started to be best friends. She drew on him with markers once. His makeup looked amazing for being done by a three year old. The blue and purple markers really complimented his orange tones.