This is our cat Ozzie. He’s about eighteen years old now but doing very well for his advanced age. The thing about Ozzie is that he’s always been a bit of a pain in the ass and has always required his own bedroom because he insists on pestering any other pet or human who attempts to sleep while he is awake.
He’s been getting louder and louder since our old female can Sydney died about a year ago. We decided Ozzie might be lonely, missing Sydney, so we put a spare TV on the floor in his bedroom. He liked it. We turned it to Animal Planet and he liked it even more. Then we turned the sound waaaaay up so the deaf old duffer could hear the sounds all the TV animals make and he loved it even more.
So Ozzie now watches Animal Planet all day and all night. He loves to sit about six inches from the screen (as in the photo above). Sometimes he lies on the floor directly in front of the TV with his head turned upward so he doesn’t miss a moment of the action. Other times he curls up in his bed across the room. But no matter where he positions himself, his eyes remain glued to the TV.
I’ve tried to get him interested in Judge Judy, but she’s too harsh for his refined tastes. Jamie’s tried to interest him in The Real Housewives of Wherever, but he couldn’t care less. I thought he might like to watch a Spring Training game, but he is apparently not a sports fan.
If you’re reading this, Animal Planet, Ozzie is now available for endorsements.
UPDATE: Ozzie has one of those new smart TVs that shuts off if the remote control hasn’t been used for more than four hours. We always know when four hours have elapsed because that’s Ozzie’s cue to walk downstairs, stand at the entrance to the living room, and screech at the top of his lungs. One of us has to pick him up, take him back upstairs, and turn his TV back on again. That keeps the old boy happy for four more hours.