Oscar

Oscar has come back.

I and everyone else had thought that he had died, but here he is. He looks a bit thin and bedraggled, but he's alive and well.

Its so joyful to see him again. I pick him up and give him a cuddle. His fur is soft and grubby. The white patches have become more mottled brown, and he is warm. Marie gives him some food and we celebrate his return.