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Cat Forum / Cat Anecdotes / January 2008Mr. Oreo wants attention NOW
One of the cats who come to our door is a hefty coal black and cream white cat who I call Mr. Oreo. He has to have a slave around here because he is VERY well-fed. At any rate, he has recently let me pet him, and nervously let's me pick him up for a few minutes. He has a deep, rumbly purr. This morning I was petting him, and shifted attention to Buster. Mr. Oreo grabbed my hand, pulled it away from Buster and started rubbing his head against the captured hand. So I petted him (grin). When I started to go back inside, Mr. Oreo grabbed my leg with both front paws (claws out for a tighter hold - yikes!), and proceeded tho mrrp and purr his heart out while rubbing his face on my bare leg. I was so taken by surprise that I dropped the empty food scoop, which clattered and scared him away until I apologized and gave him skritchies. But I watched my legs when I went back inside (big grin). Hugs and Purrs, Mark  SignatureProof of Sanity Forged Upon Request How cute. This guy knows what he wants! SignatureCharleen Aggie Marble, Victor Velcro The Spirit of Mr. Pumpkin St. Cloud, Florida USA > One of the cats who come to our door is a hefty coal black and cream white > cat who I call Mr. Oreo. He has to have a slave around here because he is [quoted text clipped - 18 lines] > Hugs and Purrs, > Mark > When I started to go back inside, Mr. Oreo grabbed my leg with both > front paws (claws out for a tighter hold - yikes!), and proceeded tho [quoted text clipped - 5 lines] > > But I watched my legs when I went back inside (big grin). Reminds me a lot of a cat I called "Baby" when I was a teenager. Unlike Mr. Oreo, this one didn't have slaves or even people who would feed her. She didn't appear to get any food except for the mousies she was able to catch. I think she lived in the small copse of woods by a creek across the street from where my parents lived. My father wouldn't let me feed her. "We don't need no damn cats around here." I'd sit on the driveway and give her scritches. She was such a sweet little grey tabby, and friendly enough that I think she'd had cat slaves at some point. I'd talk to her until the appointed time for me to go inside (I think it was 10PM). When I'd try to go inside she was very good at delay tactics, including grabbing my legs to trip me up. Jill aw,that's so sweet,I have an "Oreo" that was a stray . > One of the cats who come to our door is a hefty coal black and cream white > cat who I call Mr. Oreo. He has to have a slave around here because he is [quoted text clipped - 18 lines] > Hugs and Purrs, > Mark > One of the cats who come to our door is a hefty coal black and cream white > cat who I call Mr. Oreo. He has to have a slave around here because he is [quoted text clipped - 18 lines] > Hugs and Purrs, > Mark That's really sweet! Best wishes, Polonca and Soncek |
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