Oscar came to live with us in the Spring of 2005 when he was about three years old. The timing was tough since we crapped out of NOLA and were in exile for about 6 weeks but it seemed longer.
The Queen of out household when the Big O arrived was the late, great Pogo who was so good natured that she didn’t mind bouncing around from Shreveport to Dallas to Baton Rouge before coming home. As far as she was concerned, she was touring the country and visiting her admirers. Her greatest admirer was Oscar who she treated with icy disdain even though her would have been her sycophant if only she’d let him. The picture below captures Oscar’s Pogo worship, we’ve always called that snap: Awesome.