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Sex: Male Weight: 10 lbs.
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Leave a treat for Oreo
Nicknames:
Oreoeoeoeoeo, Baby Boy, Little Turd, Stink Turd
Kitty Complexion:
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Birthday:
July 24th 2004
Coloration:
Black and White
Likes:
Mice and butterflies. He also likes it when you leave him stars and rosettes on his page! (and treats)
Pet-Peeves:
Bees and when you blow in his face
Favorite Toy:
Bailer Twine...and a ball...and a mouse...
Favorite Nap Spot:
Under a bush in a shady spot
Favorite Food:
Salmon, or maybe tuna.
Skills:
He can do somersaults
Dwells:
outdoors
Arrival Story:
There was a cat that I called "Spice" and she had a litter of kittens; Oreo was one of them.
Bio:
In the beginning, Oreo almost had an identical twin. One of his brothers had the same markings as he did, exept for two small white spots on his back. Oreo's brother's name was Sox, and he used to be my favorite kitten. Sox was hit by a vehicle when he was very little. When I saw the sight, I balled my eyes out. Then it just seemed like all of Oreo's siblings were dropping like flies. Finally Oreo was the last one of the bunch; his whole family was gone. Oreo seemed very sad, but it never got him down. He never wanted to see me sad either. When I first saw Oreo I hated his guts. Until one day...a very dreary day at that. I was extremely bored, and Oreo knew it. He came pondering up to me, meowing and purring like crazy as if he and I were best friends. Wherever I walked Oreo was sure to follow, and whenever I started to run he tried to outrun me. As I ran over to the swing-set, Oreo immediately jumped up the ladder and started meowing and purring like he owned the place. And then it hit me. As Oreo grew older, each and every day we became a little bit closer. Oreo and I had a special bond together like nothing else. Oreo and I were best friends till the end and even after that. Oreo had taught me to love. Oreo was always there for me when I was feeling down or left out. Until one tragic day after my family and I came home from eating lunch. I looked around for Oreo, calling his name, thinking he would come bounding up to me from out of the corn field like he usually did. But this time he didn't come. I looked down the street only to my surprise to see a black-and-white cat laying there, guts all over the road. I kept repeating to myself saying "No, no, no...it can't be him, it just can't be...he wouldn't go this to me...no...never!", but then the tears came and I knew it. It was time for him to go. As I got the binoculars to take a closer look, just to make sure that it was him and not just another black-and-white cat, I saw that the cat had the same markings as Oreo did. Then I started crying even more, but I had to be brave. I didn't want anyone to see me crying unless it was my mom. I also had to finish up my homework for the next day, too. Each day I miss him even more, just knowing that I can't feel his soft, cozy, warm fur or to have him give me kitty-kisses every time I came home from school. But I always know that he is safe in Heaven, where I will see him after I die. Then we can finally reunite, and nothing will ever happen to us again. I love you, Oreo.
-Michelle
Forums Motto:
Mr. Stink
The Groups I'm In:
! ♥ Protected Pooches ♥ !, !!!BORN IN THE U.S.A.!!!, ♥ =^..^= 4 The Love of Cats =^..^= ♥, ♥ FUZZY WUZZIES !!!!!!!! ♥, FANCYPANTS CAFE, Bulldog City, Cookie & Candy Cats, Kitty Festival, Shiba Inu Park!, Sprouse Bros. Fans!!
Gymnastics!:
One day Oreo and I were outside playing together. I had just got out of school, and I got a piece of bailer twine that was in a bucket over at the barn. I brought it over and Oreo went nuts! It was like he had crazy spells or something, because when I started chasing him around the yard, he did a somersault! Also, we called him Mr. Stink because whenever he farted (which was very silent), it stunk very bad and smelled like rotten eggs. P-U!!!
I've Been On Catster Since:
| July 26th 2007 |
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More than 5 years! |
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
Catster Id:
592017
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July 30th 2007 7:12 am
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Sorry guys, I do not have any diary entries...you know this probably from the story above. Well, I was hit my a vehicle in February, and I did not make it. My owner has been wepping ever since. She can't get through it. I was her favorite cat; we did almost everything together. This is why I don't have any diary entries for "right now," but I can leave some about my past.
July 26th 2007 3:38 pm
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One day during a football game in which THE Ohio State University Buckeyes were playing the Michigan Wolverines (oh yeah and The Buckeyes won by the way), Oreo and I became best friends.
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