#oreo the cat

[shycroissanti]

Doodle :P

[whoblewboobear]

Look at my beautiful baby boy 🥹

[godsfavoriteasian]

Went over to my friend's house to help him and his wife fix their RV and smoke the reefer and they have the cutest black and white cat named Oreo!

[domreader-headcannon-scenarios]

Picture of my bastard son.

He’s almost 2/3 we don’t know exactly how old he is but he shares my birthday!

[supernova3space]

I found an old photo of my cat, Oreo from last year. We had just found her and her sister, Bread on our balcony. A couple of days later, we found their third sibling, Skye.

She's responsible for a thing I'm adding in the fic I'm working on right now.

Currently at 8616 words. Hoping I can finish some more before my entrance exams lol.

I was intending to keep it as a oneshot but it appears my ambitions for the story may force some changes.

[queerkhazad]

The beast slumbers

[z-h-i-e]

I finally managed to log into Chewy and memorialize all the pets yesterday.

And yes, all is accurate — all of the pets we had when 2024 began are no longer with us. If we go back a smidge to 2023 that includes Aredhel as well. This post has a happy ending of sorts, but it definitely starts rough.

Princess Paige was a sweet little bean — she was born blind and abandoned at the humane society at age 7. We adopted her six months after Trotter passed—because she looked a lot like him (we’ll get back to that).

We only had her for 18 months. It turned out she had kidney failure, but by the time that was recognized (it was misdiagnosed as allergies for many many months), we only had a few weeks left with her. We set up home hospice and made it the best final weeks we could.

At the same time, the grand queen, Oreo, had some sort of something occur. Oreo was already 20 nearing 21, and when she was 18 had an absolute fit about the vet to the point the vet declined to draw blood because she was just too angry, plus her age.

She was an eating champ up until the end. She actually bounced back for a couple of months and outlived Paige by five weeks. She had the most peaceful death of anyone I have ever known. I went out to pick up a rotisserie chicken for her, couldn’t find one, stopped home to check in before driving out further, and while talking to Smaug, realized she had passed away in her sleep while lying right next to him while he was reading. Just drifted off.

This upset Felix a little. He used to ride around on her back. Both were in their 20s; they were the last two pets that went back to our apartment dwelling days.

The next day, General Patters — who was very close to Paige, but never seemed close to Oreo — was not going to let us take her remains for cremation. He stood over her with a very determined and angry look (and Patters never got angry). Patters was 14, and while he’d been treated for a thyroid condition for several years, was otherwise doing quite well.

I spent the summer immersed in research about the silmarils to write the paper I presented at Oxonmoot. Both Patters and Felix kept me company. Also, an outdoor cat had brought her kittens into our yard not long after Oreo passed, and following cat conversation through the door between herself and Patters. Patters began to insist on outside time, where I would take him out and hold him while he watched the kittens playing. (Patters was himself a stray cat for a number of years.)

Near the end of September, he suddenly dropped weight and didn’t want to eat; we rushed him to the vet. Blood was drawn, though the vet was not hopeful, as she discovered a huge lump on his thyroid. The next morning I could tell he was still not well. He wanted to be held, and died in my arms that afternoon.

Two days later, I came home to find Felix on the bottom of his cage. He had suffered a stroke. He had had seizures over the past few years, but the vet had told me that for a lovebird of his years, he was doing quite remarkable (he was born in April of 2000). I nursed him in a special ‘hospital cage’ beside my bed for a little over a week. He showed improvement; two days before he passed, we watched Judge Judy together, and he made some artwork. He had a subsequent stroke late the next evening. I sat up with him until 3am, when we both tried for sleep; he woke me four hours later, and I can’t share the details even now because it’s quite painful to have a pet who can communicate and to know and understand and to try to comfort them when they also know and understand what’s happening on a level different from cats and dogs. I don’t think I can ever again own a pet that can communicate with words we both understand. He was an absolute joy, and it’s of importance to know that when I adopted him (and his mate, Oscar, who passed way some six years ago), it was because he chose me — by flying out of his cage and perching on my shoulder, and that was where he often was when I was at home (unless he was riding Oreo around).

We also lost the photogenic neighborhood cat, Cthulhu. Cthulhu was a stunning longhair cat who would take walks with neighbors, pose for photos, and was generally the mayor of the neighborhood. I spoke with Cthulhu’s owner once, who explained that Cthulhu was a cat who wanted to be out during the day to basically wander about and greet everyone. A jellicle in every sense. I don’t know the details, but Cthulhu had a very adventurous life.

So where is the happy in all this?

We went from having the oldest group of pets we’ve had (two 20+ year old pets at the same time seemed remarkable, with one nearly making it to 25), to the youngest group of pets.

But for the loss of the others we would not have gained three baby animals.

This is Priscilla Licoricewhiskers, a 4H bunny who was too tiny to be shown. She couldn’t be kept with the other buns because they ganged up on her. She is getting to live her best life as a spoiled rabbit. (Potty training is still a bit work in progress.)

And this is Pollux…

…and Castor. (I can’t get photos of them out of the enclosure yet because they are into running up and down the stairs). Our vet’s office assistant called us a few days after Patters passed away—in fact, his remains were still there awaiting cremation when she called us. Someone arrived with four abandoned kittens, three weeks only, but they only wanted to keep two, and the no kill shelters were all beyond capacity. We brought them home to foster them (but we all know what happened next). And now they live here rent free, as cats do.

So yesterday I finally went through and memorialized pet accounts because I got a bunch of cyber Monday messages with ‘great deals’ for pets who don’t have use of all the things being offered.

And today, I am trying to figure out where the hell I left off on fanfiction because with the exception of a couple S&D things I have done nothing for six months with fanfic.

[theoreocat]

It's with deep sadness that I announce the passing of Oreo today. He passed peacefully at home this afternoon in my arms. I was very blessed that he chose me to spend his life with and he will forever have his paws wrapped around my heart. Thank you all for your kind support and prayers to help send him on his way. 💚👼

[twilliasart]

[burningradio]

Oreo blep!

[catfindr]

[shycroissanti]

Silly meme✨️

Original :3🥐

[zelekhia]

Tuxedo Cat :3

I bet when Damian was thinking of names for Danny his new nemesis one of his ideas was Kaito Cat...

[domreader-headcannon-scenarios]

3 birthday’s tomorrow!!

Money of Idia’s and my cat, Oreo (gonna put a pic) and then it’s also my birthday

[huraxy]

Kawaii neutral dividers ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

[muffincat55]

Oreo :)