Oscar, you used those eight months of recuperation to do your homework, didn't you? Just sitting in a cage looking aloof seldom wins the happy home. It's the cat who projects the flattering idea that you are the only one for him that goes home in a cat carrier that very day and lives the life of Riley evermore. By the way, I had a cat named Riley once who was the spittin image of you. He too was a lovely boy with golden eyes. Oscar the Clever, Oscar the Wise, Oscar the Beeoootiful! Oscar, the Cat of the Day! I wish you a long, healthy and happy life!