ALL ABOUT BOSCO

 Bosco, the chocolate drink?
No. Bosco the cat.

I originally named him Roscoe, but for some strange and unknown reason, I decided that he looked/acted more like a Bosco.
Go figure.

Bosco is nine years old this month. I've had him since the day he was born and it doesn't seem that long ago.

It was in the spring of 2014. I was living in Texas and going through some of the worst problems of my entire life. 
To complicate matters, my neighbor moved away, abandoning her large brood of cats - who migrated to my back yard. I was soon taking care of about 25 cats (I told this harrowing story in a previous blog post).

Bosco and his "half"-sister Scruffy were born two weeks apart. They both had the same father but different mothers.
They were also two of the sickest kittens I ever saw. I doubted that either one would survive. I took them into the house and did everything possible to nurse them back to a semblance of health.

I already had my eldest cat Kitzee, who was about ten years old then. I didn't really want three cats, but finally decided to keep Bosco and Scruffy.

An Aside - -

I initially thought Scruffy was a male. It wasn't until I moved to Tennessee and my cousin Nancy informed me" "Scruffy isn't a boy. He's a girl."

Heck. What do I know?

Both kittens had extremely bad respiratory problems. Unfortunately Scruffy died when she was four.

Bosco still has many health issues, but he's doing okay. He's now my only surviving cat and my sole companion.

Kitzee, my oldest and most beloved cat, died when she was sixteen.

Cat photos are in order.....

Scruffy

Kitzee

Bosco was a very small and scrawny kitten.
He's now huge and heavy.

An old photo from my ancient cell phone

A spooky Bosco, taken last Halloween

By the front door

Sometimes his eyes are yellow, other times green.