Oreo, this special cat, means a great deal to me. I brought it back from abroad. I remember when I first arrived in a foreign country, I was unfamiliar with the place, didn’t understand the language, and lived alone. To make matters worse, right after arriving abroad, I learned that the cat I had at home before had run away. A series of blows made me fall into a state of depression. Just when I was feeling down, I heard that an international student was going back to their home country and couldn’t keep the cat anymore, so they were looking for a new owner for it. Without hesitation, I took Oreo in. I still remember the first time I saw Oreo. It was really tiny, curling up to be only as big as a palm, looking both fragile and endearing.
In the following two months, I took good care of Oreo. I was very glad that it grew up without any illness or disaster, and it didn’t turn out ugly either. It was still as cute as ever. In May this year, I planned to go back to my home country, but Oreo’s whereabouts became a problem that troubled me. Looking at Oreo, I thought to myself that such an “ugly (silly)” cat, besides me, probably no one else would want it. So, I made up my mind to take it back with me no matter what.
To bring Oreo back home smoothly, I started checking flight information. Here, I want to give you a little tip: if you plan to take your cat on a plane, it’s best to choose a flight that allows cats on board. Never choose to check the cat as luggage. Because if you do that, the oxygen in the cargo hold might be insufficient, which is even more unfriendly to flat – nosed cats. After confirming the flight, I took Oreo to the veterinarian, got it vaccinated against rabies, and completed the relevant procedures. Then, I went to the airport to handle Oreo’s departure formalities. However, on the day of boarding, there was a little incident. My cat carrier exceeded the specified standard, and I had to pay a few hundred extra yuan.
To prevent Oreo from pooping on the plane, I deliberately didn’t feed it since the night before. From leaving home to getting back, it was about eight hours. When I got home, I found that the cat litter I had ordered online hadn’t arrived yet. (Hmph, I really want to scold the delivery guy.) So, I had to drive to the supermarket to buy cat litter. I had already mentally prepared myself for Oreo to poop everywhere. But to my surprise, from the moment we left home until I prepared the cat litter and carried it to let Oreo smell it, it endured the urge all the time.
At first, my dad didn’t like Oreo very much. He thought its black face was ugly. However, after a few days, there was a large – scale “true fragrance” scene. Watching my dad grow fonder and fonder of Oreo, I couldn’t help but laugh to myself. Indeed, “men are changeable”.
Time passed quickly, and winter came. When I saw Oreo’s appearance, I couldn’t help but wonder: where has my little cutie gone? It was so cute just half a year ago, but now it seemed to have turned into a “monster”. However, no matter what it looks like, my love for it has never diminished.
Oreo is really super clingy. At night, no matter how sleepy it is, it will sit on my lap and wait until I finish using the toilet and carry it back. Sometimes, when I work overtime until very late, it will lie at the door waiting for me. As soon as it hears the sound of the key, it will meow sweetly, stretch, and ask me to hold it. It also loves going for walks outside. Every time we go out, it will roll around at the door twice first, and then go to eat the grass. Its cute appearance always makes me laugh.
Oreo’s personality suits me very well. It is both clingy and sometimes can play by itself without disturbing my work. Sometimes, it throws a little tantrum and wants me to hold and coax it. Its whining sound is extremely cute. It also likes to play hide – and – seek with me. Every time we play, I have to pretend not to see its exposed little tail, call its name while pretending to look for it nearby. Then, it will suddenly jump out and meow at me, as if proud that I couldn’t find it.
In our family, only I can get Oreo to come to me. When my parents call it, it just looks at them but doesn’t go over. It also understands simple commands like “go up”, “come down”, “go out to play”, and “don’t go out”. Oreo never scratches people. Even when it’s most afraid, like when it’s being blow – dried after a bath, it just whines in fear. When it bites, it just gives a gentle bite to signal me when it’s annoyed. Moreover, Oreo is a “straight male cat” and doesn’t like being touched by men. My dad can only hold it when it’s in a good mood.
Oreo’s personality is really similar to that of a Husky, silly and cute. Once, it was about to rush out to scare me, but it stepped on its Elizabethan collar and fell face – first to the ground. Its funny appearance made me burst out laughing, but it looked so melancholy. It was really adorable.
Recently, a new “sister” came to our home. I thought Oreo would be jealous, but unexpectedly, it became a very warm “big brother”. (Sure enough, it only likes females, huh.) Oreo has brought endless joy and warmth to my life. It has become an indispensable part of my life, and I’m really grateful to have it.
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