Hey!

Hey! it's me...oscar t cat. today is day 3,285 of my captivity. that means it has been 9 years since The Lady found me in an ant pile, cleaned me up, took me to her apartment, and attempted to "civilize" me. Big mistake; Don't nobody try and civilize what can't be civilized. I ain't tom sawyer and she ain't becky thatcher.
2 years ago she shacked up with my sworn enemy: The Fatman. I s'pose he has a real name but damned if i have time to learn it. I gots a busy schedule.
The Fatman brought along 2 Beasts (a.k.a Mutts. Canines. Whatever you call them. To me they are 1/2 wits) but more on them later... oh the indignity of watching Them dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal!
O - out.