Breakin' Shit

So Billy and I had a really fun whirlwind weekend in New York and Connecticut, seeing plays, hanging out with family and friends, etc. It was a great time. We didn't realize that Richie and Fred (the roommates) went away for the weekend too. So Oscar was left alone. Not for very long, mind you. Billy and I left on Saturday morning and were back Sunday night. We left Oscar two bowls of food and two bowls of water and figured he'd be fine. He was fine, in fact, until we came home, totally exhausted at midnight on Sunday, and Oscar needed attention. We didn't give a poop and went to bed.

Also, a bit of history of Oscar's fun little habits is needed here: Oscar really likes knocking my eye glasses off the shelf we have screwed into the wall next to our loft bed (so, like 6.5 feet in the air). He thinks that's an awesomely fun thing to do. So, being the lazy person I am, I don't put my glasses in a case or leave them on a lower table, I just push a water glass in front of the glasses and figure Oscar's not smart enough to figure it out. How wrong I was...

So, 2:30AM rolls around and Billy and I awake with a start because of a loud crashing sound. Perhaps someone is breaking in? No. I look at the shelf next to the bed and realize that the water glass that is usually blocking my glasses doesn't appear to be there. I look at Oscar and he looks guilty. I know cats don't have a wide variety of facial expressions, but this cat looked guilty I tell you! Billy and I peer over the edge of the loft and see shattered glass and water everywhere. We were so mad! We didn't clean it up, we just threw Oscar out of the room in anger and frustration and went back to bed. When he scratched on the door to come in Billy stormed over to the door and threw some water on him to make him go away. This happened a few times throughout the night. Needless to say, we didn't get a lot of sleep.

In the morning, Billy felt bad that he yelled at Oscar and threw water on him in anger. Oscar tried to make ammends by rubbing all over Billy in the bathroom in the morning. Billy decided to be friends with Oscar again. So he petted him, and Oscar walked around the sink, enjoying being petted. And then I hear, from my room, another loud crash. Oscar knocked over the ceramic toothbrush holder and it shattered. I mean, COME ON!

Here's what we learned: Oscars need love or they break shit.