OREO was my 3-year-old tuxedo cat with a black nose and chin and white between his eyes, around his mouth and on his tummy. He had small white socks up front and short boots on back.
He was a “give away” cat that I said I’d find a good home for … never thinking that it would be mine. He was only three years old, loved to go outside on leash and chew grass (sometimes would dart out before I was ready), would stretch out and fill the doorway when he wanted to join me on the sofa, and played so gently with all the foster kittens … he was a sweet soul …
Spending a week at a boarding facility with his housemates Chocolat and Henry, he developed kidney stones, which created a blockage, and that caused his death.
He always wanted to be close, opening the powder room door to peek in then enter to stretch out at my feet or scratch at a ￼basket there. He would push open the kitchen door, scamper out, and sprint into the living room as if to say “see what I did”, then lay next to me kneading a blanket. He could push open the screen door to get to the yard to chew grass, but would also wait for his harness to be put on. He loved treats and would gently take them from my fingers … the same with anything I was preparing on the stove. He talked, liked to sleep on a desktop computer hard drive, could catch the red dot, be a mentor to foster kittens, and simply be a good kitty. He was a sweet doofus, could completely block the door by stretching out on the threshold. He only wanted to be near me and I do miss him terribly.