Oreo
This is my kitty, Oreo. I adopted her from a rescue organization 6 or 7 (8?) years ago. I almost went with another cat, a gorgeous long-haired Persian, but the volunteer kept talking about what a love Oreo was, how all she wanted was to cuddle and be held. I went with cuddle over beauty and I never regretted the decision.
Oreo's more like a dog than a cat. She follows me wherever I go, waiting for me to sit down so she can climb in my lap. She's willing to share the lap, but she has to be closest to me. AJ can have my legs; Oreo has to have my lap or tummy or shoulder.
In the morning while I'm reading the paper in bed, she'll stretch out on my chest with her face as close to mine as possible, sigh, close her eyes and go to sleep, totally content.
I can pick Oreo up, carry her with me to bed and she'll curl up beside me, ready to sleep as long as I want. Try that with another cat and they'll be offended that you would dare suggest they do anything.
Oreo had a bit of the devil in her. She delighted in pouncing on the other cats when they least expected it, chasing them through the house until they hissed and batted her away. She'd chase any yarn ball she could find, and she was good at finding them. She'd watch me put a ball away - in a drawer or bag, it didn't matter where - wait for me to walk away, then work it out of its hiding place so she could play. I can't remember the number of times I'd walk into my studio and find yarn over and under and through and around everything in sight.
She hated when I wouldn't pay what she considered 'sufficient' attention to her. She'd climb in the middle of a project, always willing to 'help'.
We spent almost every evening together, Oreo asleep on my lap as I crocheted or computered.
At about year four, Oreo started her battle with feline stomatitus. She put up with surgeries, feeding tubes, and having all but 4 of her teeth pulled to combat her chronic mouth infections. We finally settled on a regimen of 4 daily oral medications. I'd mix her 'cocktail', then hold her in the crook of my arm while squirting them down her throat. She didn't fight me - not with the feeding tubes, the medications or the dreaded baths - she just took whatever came her way with total trust.
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2 comments:
I'm sorry you lost your Oreo. We've been dealing with a loss in our home this last week too and it's just plain tough. Sometimes the right decision isn't the easy one or even the one we want to make. She really looked like a "love" and I'm glad you had the time you did with her. Hugs to you.
What a lucky day it was when you and Oreo found each other! Isn't it wonderful when you share your life with one of the special animals in our world? The ache in your heart will lessen but the memories of a good friend will always be there. gd
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