I miss Oscar

It's been about half a month since Oscar moved to Bert's. I try to go visit Oscar at least once every two days. He completely recovered from his surgery and he still has his good appetite. He seems healthy enough and gets along with Perl well enough, but he seems somehow more lethargic these days. He used to be very playful; he would chase after any kind of toy I bought for him, but now he ignores most of them. He doesn't cuddle or purr much. These changes saddens me greatly, because there isn't much I can do.

Whenever the door to the apartment opens, Oscar bolts out of the apartment. He doesn't really go far and the hallway isn't that big, so I don't worry about losing him. What worries me is when he sits at the door crying and rubs against my legs as if begging me to take him home with me. It breaks my heart.

Because it's not my apartment, I try not to visit too often. But the fact that I can't see my Oscar whenever I want even though he lives in five-minute-walking-distance is already making miserable. When I visit, I usually don't stay longer than two, three hours. I can't commit the whole time of my stay to Oscar either, since Perl's more willing to play. I wonder if this situation is as difficult to Oscar as it is for me. Well, Oscar doesn't cause any trouble anyhow. He is a good boy. He is better than his mommy.

I miss him everyday. I miss him even on the days I visit him. I hate the empty apartment. When my roommates are not around on weekends, it becomes too quiet and too cold in here. I can't stand the silence in the apartment. It makes me nervous and uncomfortable. Now that Oscar's not here with me, I often feel miserable, just as I felt four months ago.

It's been only half a month. I don't know how am I going to survive this long summer. I already can't wait to bring him back here. So I can call this place home again.