This was an upsetting read at the time and is still painful even knowing that the CEO of Roscorp recovered well. I hope several somebodys bashed their trolleys into Oscar's owner's Porsche Cayenne in the car park of the Waitrose where I imagine they shop for overpriced olives.
Our cat Jamie has taken to sleeping in my office chair in the post-Covid working from home world, and always regards me with a look of "HR need to have a talk with you" if I accidentally disturb him.
Ah Tom Cox! I read a couple of your cat books a number of years back and loved them! So funny, and touching. Glad to have come across you here on Substack, I will be looking into your newer weird books that the publishing industry knew better than to publish. Lol. So glad Roscoe is doing well, what an ordeal for you and this sweetie.
"...and burrowing into my side even more forcefully – once even to the extent that I fell off the mattress." I cackled at your misfortune. I have been a fan of your writing for years but just have begun reading your books, skipping the first few and jumping straight into Under the Paw, which I finished yesterday after only three days. I will read in order. Thank you.
God I remember reading this the first time with my heart in my mouth as I wished and willed Roscoe to recover. It’s quite a surprise that it’s now 8 years on, which means I’ve been concerned about the well-being of your cats for at least that long. Possibly having a glorious black daemon of melancholy nature who lived to 21 gave me a sense of camaraderie. I was so happy to read every step of Roscoe’s recovery and hope it’s all a distant memory in her cat brain. Now I have a tabby thug (currently snoring like a ghost in search of someone to haunt) and a cow cat who moved in with him from a perfectly good home over the end of the garden. He is a night burrower.
Thank you for writing about Roscoe! I've never even met her but I already love her and her spirit! My kitties are so very important to me and I understand how special she must be to you. 😻
My Garf wants to go out and has done so a few times but usually gets no further than my neighbour’s stoop where he stops to sniff and then gets freaked out by a car door closing or kids talking a block away and dashes back in. He DID get out one day and disappeared, finally found by a neighbour investigating my back yard.
We have a busy road a block away and coyotes (and in the past, fishers) which prowl in our neighbourhood so I am determined that he’ll stay in. Besides, I live in a Cooperative community and bylaws forbid cats to roam or dogs off-leash. One neighbour’s cat got out twice and her neighbour complained to the Board which gave her the choice of rehoming her cat or being evicted which I think is appalling.
She ended up having to rehome him because she can’t afford to move. That’s criminal.
Garf is a big orange floof with multi-toes (6 toes on each foot, including one dangly thumb). He’s an idiot but I love him. Of course, he loves me, likely because he thinks I’m an idiot which is fair, I suppose.
I miss being able to let my cats outdoors. I wish I could give them that freedom. There is a big movement here in the States to keep cats inside. I tried to adopt a cat from a shelter and was denied because I let them out. Then I moved to an apartment and they weren’t allowed out and now I’m in a house but have decided to keep them in. The main problem here is that they kill song birds which are already in trouble with loss of habitat. On the plus side I save a small fortune in flea medicine.
This was an upsetting read at the time and is still painful even knowing that the CEO of Roscorp recovered well. I hope several somebodys bashed their trolleys into Oscar's owner's Porsche Cayenne in the car park of the Waitrose where I imagine they shop for overpriced olives.
Our cat Jamie has taken to sleeping in my office chair in the post-Covid working from home world, and always regards me with a look of "HR need to have a talk with you" if I accidentally disturb him.
Ah Tom Cox! I read a couple of your cat books a number of years back and loved them! So funny, and touching. Glad to have come across you here on Substack, I will be looking into your newer weird books that the publishing industry knew better than to publish. Lol. So glad Roscoe is doing well, what an ordeal for you and this sweetie.
“There’s nothing better than the feeling of having cats underfoot. Mark Twain
"...and burrowing into my side even more forcefully – once even to the extent that I fell off the mattress." I cackled at your misfortune. I have been a fan of your writing for years but just have begun reading your books, skipping the first few and jumping straight into Under the Paw, which I finished yesterday after only three days. I will read in order. Thank you.
Long-live Roscoe (outdoors, of course)
God I remember reading this the first time with my heart in my mouth as I wished and willed Roscoe to recover. It’s quite a surprise that it’s now 8 years on, which means I’ve been concerned about the well-being of your cats for at least that long. Possibly having a glorious black daemon of melancholy nature who lived to 21 gave me a sense of camaraderie. I was so happy to read every step of Roscoe’s recovery and hope it’s all a distant memory in her cat brain. Now I have a tabby thug (currently snoring like a ghost in search of someone to haunt) and a cow cat who moved in with him from a perfectly good home over the end of the garden. He is a night burrower.
Thank you for writing about Roscoe! I've never even met her but I already love her and her spirit! My kitties are so very important to me and I understand how special she must be to you. 😻
I loved every single word of this. ❤️
Loved this piece. Thank you for sharing Roscoe’s story. Beautiful ✌️
Awww, Roscoe
She's a love.
My Garf wants to go out and has done so a few times but usually gets no further than my neighbour’s stoop where he stops to sniff and then gets freaked out by a car door closing or kids talking a block away and dashes back in. He DID get out one day and disappeared, finally found by a neighbour investigating my back yard.
We have a busy road a block away and coyotes (and in the past, fishers) which prowl in our neighbourhood so I am determined that he’ll stay in. Besides, I live in a Cooperative community and bylaws forbid cats to roam or dogs off-leash. One neighbour’s cat got out twice and her neighbour complained to the Board which gave her the choice of rehoming her cat or being evicted which I think is appalling.
She ended up having to rehome him because she can’t afford to move. That’s criminal.
Garf is a big orange floof with multi-toes (6 toes on each foot, including one dangly thumb). He’s an idiot but I love him. Of course, he loves me, likely because he thinks I’m an idiot which is fair, I suppose.
Here’s to you, Roscoe.
I miss being able to let my cats outdoors. I wish I could give them that freedom. There is a big movement here in the States to keep cats inside. I tried to adopt a cat from a shelter and was denied because I let them out. Then I moved to an apartment and they weren’t allowed out and now I’m in a house but have decided to keep them in. The main problem here is that they kill song birds which are already in trouble with loss of habitat. On the plus side I save a small fortune in flea medicine.
ps: always identified with that part of the lyric, since my name's not much productive
Please, enjoy this amazing Roscoe version-remix-something https://open.spotify.com/track/6pj2yQlRvxYKLMxMTJaUUT?si=b_vUs0OlS7ehQKti7m98Zg
I love this piece of writing and I love Roscoe - thanks you made my day with this