Oscar was only 3 when I lost him. He was the sweetest boy, he loved to answer me when I talked to him. He enjoyed burying himself between my sheets and bed spread, laying there all day. He would lay his head on me when he slept and loved having his nose rubbed. He loved wrestling with his brother Emett, and would push Emett out of the way for affection. He had the softest, finest fur of any cat I've known. I will always miss him.