Oscar was an unusual cat, defying feline stereotypes in many ways; the first time he saw a mouse, he obligingly shared his food with it. On bonfire nights, far from being traumatised by fireworks, he enjoyed watching them out of the window, and while many cats run a mile from the vaccum cleaner, Oscar used to chase it round the room.
And when we got a magnetic cat-flap to keep the other cats out, Oscar would hold the door open so that Benjamin-the-cat-next-door could come in.
He was a party animal. He loved a gathering, and would work the room. Barbecues were special favourites.
All my former lodgers loved him. One even made an origami replica of him! He will be much missed.
He is buried in the garden in a favourite spot among the bluebells. Oscar RIP.