Oreo was a stray kitten that showed up at our Fire Station. It was a single wide mobile home and eclectic as we could make it. The doors were usually wide open. As we were considered temporary, no one worried about dust and such. One day, through the open door, came running a beautiful black and white tuxedo kitten. He knew his game as he romped and cavorted with great air. He was hungry but masked this well. I being a cat softy gave him a saucer of milk. The B/W cat now blew his cover and lapped that milk up in record time and looked up like "what else"? I fed him and he hung out. I cleared being a cat owner with my wife and next shift I took the cat home with me. We were both allergic for about 3 weeks and by some miracle the allergy's went away.
My wife named the new kitten Oreo, black on top and white on the bottom. Oreo soon was the life of the party and the joy of the house. His antics are stuff of legend and too numerous to mention here. Just cat stuff really but with "O" the antics had personality. He would allow a trusted person to "stomp" his tail, with socking feet of course. This became a game and one actively sought by the cat. Stomp-a-Tail is nearly unique I think. Oreo could play hide and seek very well. I chased him into the kitchen and was looking all over for him. He had gotten on top the cupboards and was watching my every move. He had a fair kitty vocabulary but only to my wife. When Oreo took you alongside, this was known as kitty walk. You went with him. Another routine game was "bullet-cat". In this, the cat would tear at breakneck speed through the house over and over, then flop down and see who was watching. I want to mention, Lappacat. This wasn't just holding the cat but an measureable event. Every move, every motion this cat made was an Oscar performance.
How we miss him, it is the day after you see. Death is final and those are life's terms. My hope is heaven is not so noble and lofty as to disallow cats, dogs, baby turtles and all other loved pets through the gate.
Heck they should be allowed in FIRST!
This is from my wife.
Our Prince of Paws!!! Oh, how you are missed. What special memories, kitty walk, waiting for me to get home from work, meeting me at the door when I got home, waking me up if I was late feeding you of a morning. The list goes on and on. There is only one Oreo and you will never be replaced. What joy you brought into our lives and all that met you. I am certain there are not to many cats that had friends from around the world. They always asked about you and brought you gifts when they came to visit. Keep bringing joy to all that you meet along your new path! Love You Always
- Von Ceil
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My wife named the new kitten Oreo, black on top and white on the bottom. Oreo soon was the life of the party and the joy of the house. His antics are stuff of legend and too numerous to mention here. Just cat stuff really but with "O" the antics had personality. He would allow a trusted person to "stomp" his tail, with socking feet of course. This became a game and one actively sought by the cat. Stomp-a-Tail is nearly unique I think. Oreo could play hide and seek very well. I chased him into the kitchen and was looking all over for him. He had gotten on top the cupboards and was watching my every move. He had a fair kitty vocabulary but only to my wife. When Oreo took you alongside, this was known as kitty walk. You went with him. Another routine game was "bullet-cat". In this, the cat would tear at breakneck speed through the house over and over, then flop down and see who was watching. I want to mention, Lappacat. This wasn't just holding the cat but an measureable event. Every move, every motion this cat made was an Oscar performance.
How we miss him, it is the day after you see. Death is final and those are life's terms. My hope is heaven is not so noble and lofty as to disallow cats, dogs, baby turtles and all other loved pets through the gate.
Heck they should be allowed in FIRST!
This is from my wife.
Our Prince of Paws!!! Oh, how you are missed. What special memories, kitty walk, waiting for me to get home from work, meeting me at the door when I got home, waking me up if I was late feeding you of a morning. The list goes on and on. There is only one Oreo and you will never be replaced. What joy you brought into our lives and all that met you. I am certain there are not to many cats that had friends from around the world. They always asked about you and brought you gifts when they came to visit. Keep bringing joy to all that you meet along your new path! Love You Always
- Von Ceil
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Oreo was a stray kitten that showed up at our Fire Station. It was a single wide mobile home and eclectic as we could make it. The doors were usually wide open. As we were considered temporary, no one worried about dust and such. One day, through the open door, came running a beautiful black and white tuxedo kitten. He knew his game as he romped and cavorted with great air. He was hungry but masked this well. I being a cat softy gave him a saucer of milk. The B/W cat now blew his cover and lapped that milk up in record time and looked up like "what else"? I fed him and he hung out. I cleared being a cat owner with my wife and next shift I took the cat home with me. We were both allergic for about 3 weeks and by some miracle the allergy's went away.
My wife named the new kitten Oreo, black on top and white on the bottom. Oreo soon was the life of the party and the joy of the house. His antics are stuff of legend and too numerous to mention here. Just cat stuff really but with "O" the antics had personality. He would allow a trusted person to "stomp" his tail, with socking feet of course. This became a game and one actively sought by the cat. Stomp-a-Tail is nearly unique I think. Oreo could play hide and seek very well. I chased him into the kitchen and was looking all over for him. He had gotten on top the cupboards and was watching my every move. He had a fair kitty vocabulary but only to my wife. When Oreo took you alongside, this was known as kitty walk. You went with him. Another routine game was "bullet-cat". In this, the cat would tear at breakneck speed through the house over and over, then flop down and see who was watching. I want to mention, Lappacat. This wasn't just holding the cat but an measureable event. Every move, every motion this cat made was an Oscar performance.
How we miss him, it is the day after you see. Death is final and those are life's terms. My hope is heaven is not so noble and lofty as to disallow cats, dogs, baby turtles and all other loved pets through the gate.
Heck they should be allowed in FIRST!
This is from my wife.
Our Prince of Paws!!! Oh, how you are missed. What special memories, kitty walk, waiting for me to get home from work, meeting me at the door when I got home, waking me up if I was late feeding you of a morning. The list goes on and on. There is only one Oreo and you will never be replaced. What joy you brought into our lives and all that met you. I am certain there are not to many cats that had friends from around the world. They always asked about you and brought you gifts when they came to visit. Keep bringing joy to all that you meet along your new path! Love You Always
- Von Ceil
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My wife named the new kitten Oreo, black on top and white on the bottom. Oreo soon was the life of the party and the joy of the house. His antics are stuff of legend and too numerous to mention here. Just cat stuff really but with "O" the antics had personality. He would allow a trusted person to "stomp" his tail, with socking feet of course. This became a game and one actively sought by the cat. Stomp-a-Tail is nearly unique I think. Oreo could play hide and seek very well. I chased him into the kitchen and was looking all over for him. He had gotten on top the cupboards and was watching my every move. He had a fair kitty vocabulary but only to my wife. When Oreo took you alongside, this was known as kitty walk. You went with him. Another routine game was "bullet-cat". In this, the cat would tear at breakneck speed through the house over and over, then flop down and see who was watching. I want to mention, Lappacat. This wasn't just holding the cat but an measureable event. Every move, every motion this cat made was an Oscar performance.
How we miss him, it is the day after you see. Death is final and those are life's terms. My hope is heaven is not so noble and lofty as to disallow cats, dogs, baby turtles and all other loved pets through the gate.
Heck they should be allowed in FIRST!
This is from my wife.
Our Prince of Paws!!! Oh, how you are missed. What special memories, kitty walk, waiting for me to get home from work, meeting me at the door when I got home, waking me up if I was late feeding you of a morning. The list goes on and on. There is only one Oreo and you will never be replaced. What joy you brought into our lives and all that met you. I am certain there are not to many cats that had friends from around the world. They always asked about you and brought you gifts when they came to visit. Keep bringing joy to all that you meet along your new path! Love You Always
- Von Ceil
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