Take in the cuteness of my Oreo :D press space He has grown quite a bit in the last 2 years :3
This is my little kitty Oreo, i hope he puts a big smile on your face and brightens your day :) Credit to my kitty (not kitty anymore) Oreo, the sweetest cat ever. Here's the story: We were going to a friend's house when there was a back up in the road. 5 minutes passed by and we hadn't moved an inch. My dad got out of the car to see what was going on. Here's what happened: There was a small, abandoned kitten that had gotten stuck in the gears of someone's car, if the guy kept driving, he would have crushed the kitten. "How did he get there?" You might ask. I have no idea. My dad helped the man get the kitten out from under his car. He offered the kitten to the man, but the man had a baby in the car, he didn't know if the baby was allergic or not, so he let my dad take it. ~See the second picture~ My dad didn't want to name the kitten, or even see if it was a male or female because he didn't want to get attached to the kitten, he didn't know if we were keeping it or not. It turned out to be a male. We brought it to our cat-obsessed friend's house and she watched the kitten for a while. Her cat, mamas, recently had had 4 kittens, so Mamas took in Oreo. The cat-obsessed friend got the kitten, along with all the other ones, fixed. A few weeks later my dad was certain we were keeping him and, when he told us, I broke down in happy-tears. I had prayed to God, our heavenly father, to help my dad make the correct, or wiser, decision. Oreo sleeps in my bed with me so often, that it's more his bed than mine. One night, when my dad had the front door open, Oreo got outside without us knowing. It became dark as the sun went down and we realized that he wasn't anywhere in the house, my mom said, "Check outside!" I flung the door open and there he was, shivering, on the doorstep. I picked him up and gave him a tight but gentle hug and said out loud, "Please don't ever scare me like that again." After that, he's been obsessed with trying to get outside. He enjoyed the freedom....and my 5-year-old brother not pulling his tail or hurting him. We let him outside multiple times, knowing that he would come back when we called, or when we shook his treat bag, but one time, it was nearly dark and I started to hear the howling of the wolves and coyotes, so I called out the door, "Oreo! Commere kitty, kitty." But he didn't come. "Oreo...?" I said, unsure if he heard me or not. "OREO!!!!" I yelled, tears streaming down my cheeks. I turned around to my mom. "Mom, Oreo's not coming!" "It's alright, sweetie." My mom told me. "He'll come back tomorrow." But he didn't. I waited at the door, listening for his meow, as he begged to come in, but it wasn't there. Another day went by. While we were watching a movie, I heard a soft, quiet, "Mrow." I shot up off the couch and ran to the door. I opened it quickly, making Oreo jump. "Oreo!" I started to cry. I hugged him before he could get away, but then I felt a sharp pain in my arm. I looked at my forearm and there was a cactus needle in it. I pulled the needle out and looked at Oreo. "Uh.....mom? Why is Oreo covered in cactus needles...?" I asked in a shaky voice. "What are you talking about." My dad rushed be my side, examining Oreo's paws, tail, body, and face. Needles and thorns scattered all over. "Oreo....you're gonna be alright." I said, more to myself than him. In reply, he let out a painful, "mew..." that just crushed my heart. "{Insert brother's name here: Daryl}, get me the first aid kit." my dad said urgently. (my brother's nickname is seriously Daryl) "Ok dad." My brother said, rushing out of the room. I looked in Oreo's mouth and a tooth was knocked out of place. I nearly passed out. "Daddy.....? Oreo IS gonna be okay....right?" I asked, unsure of the answer. "Of course he is..." my dad said as my brother handed him the first aid kit. "If he didn't get bit by anything." Right then and there I immediately saw a small, bite mark on his back left leg. I passed out. I woke up in my bed, it was the middle of the night. I looked around and saw Oreo curled up at my feet. I stroked his back and immediately stopped as a small, painful thorn dug into my finger. About a month later we were still finding small thorns in him, hidden in his fur, but currently, he has none. A few nights ago, we let him out for the first time in months because all he does when we're awake is stare out the window. He ran away temporarily. I started crying. I prayed in my mind, *Dear God, please lead Oreo back to his home.* About an hour later he was just outside the door, meowing to come in. That's basically the end. Now you probably know why I'm so bonded to my cat. He's been through so much with me that, if I lost him, he's not replaceable. He's much too precious to me to lose. update 3 years later: he went missing a year ago, right before my family had to move, and we later found out that the coyotes got to him. I miss him and I think about him all the time :/
