Oscar was a wee, ancient, drooly cat. I met him very late in his life.

He was a sweet little guy, but super scared of everyone. Except me.

Oscar may seem entirely unrelated to this website but I published the first instalment of “Fragments of Fate” on 2nd June 2025.

The same day, wee Oscar died.

At best guess he was 19 or more years old, and his heart was failing.

Yes, that’s a big ol’ glob of drool suspended from his mouth. Those would usually end up deposited on the knee of my jeans while I gave him scritches.

I’ll miss you, Oscar. My jeans might not, but they don’t get a vote.