Well I upset myself tonight I was driving back from work when on the opposite side of the road (on the estate so not a main road but a well used road) I saw Oscar - well I thought to myself "Whats he doing up here" in his younger days he would easily travel that far, and I thought "daft old man". I stopped the car and crossed the road to "fetch him" when it dawned on me half way across it couldn't be Oz,
but I tell you the cat was very very close colouring, although as I got closer saw he had a little ginger patch on a side Oscar did not have.
I still crossed the road to stroke him but he ran - mind you if a mad lady crossed the road to stroke me I'd run
when he did I saw he was a young cat hardly past kittenhood about 1; I would estimate.
Oscar was "done" many many years ago so not one of his
but I walked back to the car with my heart in my shoes and tears rolling down my face.
I hope his double has a loving home.