Oscar The Orange Cat

This is a photograph of my cat, Oscar, together with a poem I have written for him. He was my brother’s cat originally and I took him in when my brother died.

I have tried to express the love Oscar has brought into my life, and how the love of an animal can help to heal a loss. I have a lovely orange cat,

He’s orange striped and white. He has not one tooth in his mouth, Yet he’s a sheer delight.

He came to me from sadness, When my brother passed away. But now a glance at his lovely eyes, Will brighten every day.

He likes to roll upon his back And have a tickled tum!

And though he’s getting on a bit, He likes to have some fun.

One day I heard a squeaky thing, It was inside the house.

I looked around and there I saw A poor gummed-over mouse! So outside he is a tiger,

With a scary, orange stripe.

But indoors he’s a pussycat

On the duvet for the night.

On taking Oscar to our home, Seemed as kind as I could be. But the truth be known for what it is, My ginger cat saved me!

Dr C.S-G., Harrow.