This past Sunday was the first birthday of my "son", Oscar. It's been quite a year. After getting him when he was only weeks old and could barely even walk, he is now a very active, playful, and slighly overweight cat. Kristy often refers to him as a "pain in the ass", but I've never had a pet of my own so his crazy antics are still amusing to me. At times we wish he was more of a lap cat (very rarely can he be held for more than 30 seconds at a time), but he's great the way he is.

One of the coolest things about having a pet for the first time is realizing that he actually knows me. Whenever I stop over, he winds around my ankles and lets me pick him up for a bit and tries to get me to play. On the other hand, when someone other than Kristy or I enter the apartment, he freaks out and hides. When we had a friend stop over on Saturday, I held Oscar to try to prevent this, but as soon as our friend came in the apartment, Oscar started flailing wildly and I had to drop him, and he hid so well that I could not even find him! Quite odd, but it made me feel good to know that he knows me and likes me.

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