{"id":1460,"date":"2020-07-31T19:09:58","date_gmt":"2020-07-31T19:09:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/camden.papabeaupreblog.com\/?p=1460"},"modified":"2020-12-31T20:49:52","modified_gmt":"2020-12-31T20:49:52","slug":"ode-to-oreo","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/camden.papabeaupreblog.com\/?p=1460","title":{"rendered":"Ode to Oreo"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I\u2019ve been around a lot of cats in my lifetime, especially when I was a kid.There were always two, three or even four or more cats (new litters!)\u00a0 on any given day at our house on Lord Court<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve fed, played and petted them. I always liked the little engines they have in their bodies that start slow and build sound as more contentment settles in.\u00a0 I\u2019ve marveled at their self-reliance and been impressed by their nonchalance and independence.<\/p>\n

I often loved them, but at other times, I fell short. The wet cat food stunk. They bit, clawed and scratched me.\u00a0 They didn\u2019t come when called\u2026 it always had to be on their<\/em> time, when they<\/em> felt like coming home. They left fleas behind that jumped up and bit my skin.<\/p>\n

So, yeah, I know cats and understand what makes them meow.<\/p>\n

With this in mind, I want to say one notable thing:<\/p>\n

Never have I met a cat as cool and epic as Oreo. <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Unlike all my other experiences with chat and chattes, Oreo stood alone because:<\/p>\n