2005/6: From her office, a friend of Ken's noticed Oscar returning to scavenge a swept homeless encampment.
She trapped the cat and took him to Vashon to live for months in a screened gazebo.
In November 2006, the friend brought Oscar to Ken.
Oscar was always Slusher's cat but he has wormed his way into my heart.
Not a sweet cat but capable of sweet moments.
According to a neighbor, he was a 'good cat'.
Sassy Miss Mitre.
Born mid-June; died August 8th.
She was the youngest kitten I'd been around in a long time.
The then-husband said he found her in a parking lot while he was running an errand.
The story: the kitten approached him and played with his shoe laces.
When he returned from the store, the kitten again pounced on his shoe laces.
Seeing no mama cat, he brought her home to me and Laptop.
Given the alternative was 'Umbro', she became 'Mitre'.
Mitre had great catitude.
She shared affection on her own terms.
Not a lap cat by any means.
Liked to rub against ankles.
Even though altered, she continued to display the
writhing and wriggling dance of a queen.
Often she'd use props: most commonly plastic grocery bags or my socks.
Although Mitre danced with Laptop present,
were seldom in the room when she danced.
Her feminine energy was unmistakable and it was nice having another girl around.
She is profoundly missed.