Oscar was my kitten for six months. He was discovered abandoned, barely a month old, hiding under the floorboards of a pizzeria in Bed-Stuy. I took him in and he was the light of my life. When we rode the subway home after I picked him up in BK, he fit in my winter hat.
He quickly grew into a proud prowler of the night--he thought he was the lion King. Oscar was a killer extraordinaire, he loved plastic bags, and stalking pigeons on the roof. I couldn't keep him locked up inside, I trusted him, and he took a fatal fall two nights ago. May he rest in peace, knowing he survived so much, and he was loved by everyone he touched.
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