Oscar, aka Scarface Claw, formerly the cat with depression, has blossomed next door and now is a huge, all black, sleekly furred tom with attitude. As I came home from dropping little bear off at nursery (with soldier's helmet and eye patch) he tried to come into the house.
He is such a handsome cat, a real smoothie, all lean, mean, mousing machine. But I didn't let him in, no matter how tempted. Darling father may not be here physically, but he would not appreciate the destroyer of his flower beds getting an invite. Also evil cat would probably happen and at her time of life it really isn't safe.
But I was so tempted. I am a sucker for a smooth operator.
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