I’ve been around a lot of cats in my lifetime, especially when I was a kid.There were always two, three or even four or more cats (new litters!) on any given day at our house on Lord Court
I’ve fed, played and petted them. I always liked the little engines they have in their bodies that start slow and build sound as more contentment settles in. I’ve marveled at their self-reliance and been impressed by their nonchalance and independence.
I often loved them, but at other times, I fell short. The wet cat food stunk. They bit, clawed and scratched me. They didn’t come when called… it always had to be on their time, when they felt like coming home. They left fleas behind that jumped up and bit my skin.
So, yeah, I know cats and understand what makes them meow.
With this in mind, I want to say one notable thing:
Never have I met a cat as cool and epic as Oreo.
Unlike all my other experiences with chat and chattes, Oreo stood alone because:
- he was calm, always calm
- he never ran away when people approached, even out of nowhere
- he sat on the floor in your entryway, looking out the door, like a dog would, waiting for his family to come home
- he let people pick him up, no problem-o
- he patiently allowed Madigan to push him around in her baby stroller, taking it all in, barely fitting, uncomfortable and yet uncaring, never minding
- he could do amazing things, like fly through the air with the greatest of ease, as he opened the food pantry in mid-air, enjoying the treats he set loose
- he was a chill cat, a very cool cat
You left our world suddenly, perhaps cruely, but we’ll never forget the fun times you gave us and the memories you left behind.
I’ll miss you Oreo. You’ll always be my number one feline.
