Goodbye to Oz

My parents put their cat down this weekend. At first, I hesitated to write a tribute here because I didn’t want to be a bummer right before the holidays, talking about our dead cat. But then I figured, this is my blog, I loved our cat, and so I’m going to dedicate a post to how awesome he was.

My sister adopted Oz when she was in high school. She named him Oz after one of the characters on Buffy the Vampire Slayer, a show my whole family enjoyed. When my sis moved out a few years later, my mom had gotten so attached to Oz that she asked Kristen to leave Oz behind. Thus, Oz became my parents’ cat.

Oz was abnormally shiny as a kitten. He looked like he was made of patent leather. Visitors to our house would say, “Your cat is so … shiny,” with a dazed look on their faces.

As Oz got older, his fur dulled to a more normal sheen. But his hatred for me sharpened. Oz liked my other family members to varying degrees, but he loathed the very sight of me. It became a running joke in our family. His hatred did not stop me from trying to heft his 16.5-lb. body (he was a big cat) into my arms and sticking my face in his fur. He would hiss and growl, swat me with his paws, and run away.

Oz + Chick
Me: “Why do you hate me, Oz? Is it because I put toys on you?”
When I lived in Chicago and would get ready to visit my family in Michigan, my excitement at getting to see Oz far eclipsed my excitement at getting to see my parents. (Sorry, Mom and Dad. You know where you stand in the line-up. After cats, is where.)

Oz was a weird cat. Here are some fun facts about him:

  • He loved feet, particularly men’s feet, particularly my grandfather’s feet.
  • He loved human food. Cheese was his favorite, but I also saw him happily eat pepperoni, lettuce, and bread. He begged for food like a dog.
  • He loved a stuffed toy gorilla I’d left in my bedroom when I moved away to college. And by “loved,” I mean he “had intimate relations with it.”
  • He loved being groomed. It was the only time he allowed me to touch him. His love of being groomed outweighed his hatred for me.
  • He hated change and would freak out if you so much as left a sock on the floor.
  • Despite being a scaredy-cat, he loved the outdoors and would try to sneak out if you left the door open.
  • He could do yoga better than any human.

“Silly human. Yoga is for cats!”

“Let me go outside, damnit!”

Halloween kitty
FINALLY outside!

Black cats on Halloween ARE THE BEST!

Oz was a typical cat in some ways …

black cat gray cat
Oz and Sweeney Todd, my two great loves

Oz (1)
A close-up of Oz … probably getting ready to smack me.
Serving in the Peace Corps is hard. I had a distinct picture in my head of my joyous return home, but now that picture has to change. It will be hard to walk into my parents’ house for the first time knowing that Oz isn’t there anymore.

I last saw Oz this summer when I visited the United States. I don’t distinctly remember the last time I held or petted him. I wish I did. I didn’t know it would be the last time.

Rest in peace, Ozzymodo. You were a great pet. I love you so much.

(Note: I moved the post I originally had scheduled today to tomorrow, so I’ll be posting Tuesday, Wednesday, and Friday this week.)

6 thoughts on “Goodbye to Oz”

  1. I’m so sorry for your loss. Its terrible to lose a beloved pet, ESPECIALLY the sassy ones 😦 I hope Oz finds Dos over the rainbow bridge and they can be snarky together about us! Sending big warm hugs to your whole family.

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