Oscar Fluffalard is his name, also known as King Oscar. This seven year-old mass of flubber and fluff is supreme ruler of our domain. If there is a door that needs to be opened, he WILL be served. Then, when you open the door, he’ll sit there and ponder it, then maybe, with a flick of his noble tail, he’ll decide he doesn’t want to go outside anymore. His specialty is appearing when I turn on the computer, a living lap-warmer. He also has a keen way of showing up, whenever there’s food on the kitchen counter. My daughter, Violet, claims Oscar is her cat, but it’s not hard to see the truth around here: This is his reign.
Long live the King!