Ozzy was my baby and my best friend. Ozzy came to me 8 years ago, he was found in a box with his siblings on the doorstep of a vet's office. I remember when I opened up the back of the van that drove him to me five hours from Michigan, and took out the pet carrier that had Ozzy in it. I couldn't believe how adorable he was! His long orange hair and overly fluffy tail were so darn pretty! |
Everyone who met him always commented on how 'pretty' he was! Every vet and vet tech I've ever taken him to would comment on how sweet of a cat he was. He was one of those easy natured cats that everyone loves.
He was my treasured companion for 8 years, along with my cat Slartibartfast. He had a habit of gently pawing my face whenever he wanted something. Every now and then he would give me his little baby meow. Ozzy's primary purpose in life seemed to be to always be near his momma ...as soon as I sat or lay down, right there he was, without fail, jumping up to situate himself on my lap. Sometimes it could get pretty awkward, I might have been trying to eat or type on the computer, but it didn't matter, he always managed to wiggle his way onto my lap somehow! And that's how my little family unit would spend a typical evening. Me on the couch, Ozzy on my lap, and Slartibartfast curled up beside us. I can't say it's an exciting life, but it suited me and I was happy.