The Wanderer

Oh well, I’m the type of guy who will never settle down
Where pretty girls are well, you know that I’m around
I kiss ’em and I love ’em ’cause to me they’re all the same
I hug ’em and I squeeze ’em they don’t even know my name

They call me the wanderer
Yeah, the wanderer
I roam around, around, around

 Okay Oscar, you will have to just give up your harem ways! No more skirt-chasin’ for you, my man. You have roamed far and wide for too long! Oh yeah, and you’re really quite the ‘rebel without a cause’ since you’ve been getting into scraps with the local kitties for years. This is not the 50’s and there is no need for a turf war over a bunch of grrls who aren’t interested. You can finally stop risking your life for girls, food and shelter.

 Oh well, I roam from town to town
I go through life without a care
And I’m as happy as a clown
I with my two fists of iron and I’m going nowhere

 Now stop it Oscar. Without a care? Com’on – you have frost bite, tattered ears and some scars on your nose. How would you have fared being outside this past week? How is that ‘without a care’? You are in a new life now: a whole new paradigm. Silly boy!

They call me the wanderer
Yeah, the wanderer
I roam around, around, around

 Beginning a few days ago, Oscar has taken up a little indoor wandering. Imagine? I’ve been keeping the door to ‘his room’ open as I fold laundry or do other small chores in our bedroom. At first he wouldn’t so much as peer in. Then he had a few furtive glances. Next he’d wander about 4 feet from the door. So I sat on the ground beside the door to my bedroom and he came for petting … all curious and nervous. It was actually quite endearing. He then took the massive step of walking into my room – making sure he could still see his ‘safe’ spot. He went about 8 feet and was quite calm.

‘Atta boy Oscar! Since then, he’s come into my bedroom a few times (with that door closed to the rest of the house of course). Just to sniff around and sit with me. I’m trying to get him to come to the big window with me so he can have a bird’s eye view of the feeders and his old haunt. No such luck. But he is learning!

‘Cause I’m a wanderer
Yeah, a wanderer
I roam around, around, around

Oscar the Wanderer
In summer when he didn’t have his winter coat. Yes – a bit scrawny even with feedings