#the oreo cat

[handbellanon]

I'm sorry people are saying such hurtful things to you. You did everything you could for Oreo and clearly loved (and still love) him very dearly. It sucks so much that cancer took him early and you did nothing wrong. But like you said, you and Onyx and Pudding are still here, and I have always been delighted to see Pudding being an insanely smart little crazy sass-master or Onyx being the more dignified lady with you in addition to Oreo (and his gorgeous eyes). Please take your time to grieve and lean on your support people- we'll miss Oreo, but this channel is just as much made up of you three as him. Sending e-hugs and comfort, and looking forward to anything else you decide to share in the future

Words Hurt

This was a difficult video to make. Thankfully, Tumblr isn't one of the platforms that I ever experience hate. Since the beginning, this has always been the most comfortable places to post. Some of our other platforms are breeding grounds for hate and it can get to you sometimes. So much so that I had to make this video.

[burningradio]

VERY handsome.

[catfindr]

[zelekhia]

Tuxedo Cat :3

I bet when Damian was thinking of names for Danny his new nemesis one of his ideas was Kaito Cat...

[one-time-i-dreamt]

Link from Good Mythical Morning was washing a black cat in a bowl of Oreos and milk and when I asked him why, he confidently said, “It’s ok, they’re bicephalic,” because he thought it meant the same thing as omnivorous.

Cats aren’t even omnivores.

[strxwberrymllk]

source

[mblue-art]

cross jr (oreo) our cat son i miss u

(og post)

[thomasinathecat]

Sisters furever 💕

[clangenrising]

Month 17 - Greenleaf

Sardine was having a tough week. 

On top of all of the minor things the Speaker had to keep track of - settling disputes among the Exalted, keeping the peace, ensuring that the Chaff were placated enough - he had been juggling Rudy and Bella’s nonsense back and forth with almost no free time for himself. It almost seemed like they were conspiring to run him ragged. Now, he and Oreo were trudging back to his yard after breaking up a Skyraider meeting where there had been talk about ‘even standing’ for the Chaff and the Exalted, a ridiculous idea he had swiftly and forcefully quashed.

It was exhausting, though - the third meeting this month of its kind. What on earth had gotten into cats’ heads lately? 

Bitterly, he grumbled to himself, “Absolutely ridiculous. Razor never had to deal with this shit.”

“Razor was a leader,” Oreo shot back. 

Sardine’s tail bristled and he slowly twisted his head towards the larger tom, a poisonous smile on his face. “What are you implying, friend?” They stopped in the shade of a young maple tree that was wilting away in the heat, the shadows playing over their faces in jagged contrast.

“You aren’t commanding enough,” Oreo didn’t flinch away from his challenge, blood still staining the white fur on his chest. “You scheme and you persuade but you don’t lead.” 

Sardine bared his teeth. “How dare you? I am twice the leader Razor was. That buffoon hadn’t the slightest ounce of self restraint and it got him killed. He was a brute! I’m a statesman!” He lashed his tail for good measure. Oreo’s dour expression never changed, his misshapen left eye boring into Sardine. 

“I didn’t run from the battle where he died,” Oreo said and Sardine flinched a bit. 

“I was making sure that there would be a Speaker when the fight was over,” he snapped. “I am thinking ahead, unlike every other cat in this fucking city!” 

“Then why isn’t Rudy dead yet?” Oreo loomed over him, “You’re scared. You know you can’t beat him.”

“I’m not scared of that notch-eared oaf!” Sardine hissed, insulted by the very idea. “He’s a nuisance, nothing more. Him and all of his filthy street friends, they’re gnats buzzing in my ear. If I wanted to kill him, he would be dead. I’d much rather break him and make him show me his belly. I kill him now, he’s a martyr, I make him bow, he’s a failure.” He scoffed and looked Oreo up and down. “I’m looking to the future. You should do the same.” 

There was a moment of silence, the shadows from the leaves swaying over their faces. 

Then Oreo spoke. “If I had said that to Razor, he would have given me a new scar, not a tirade. That’s your problem: all you know how to do is talk and cats can tell you’re weak.” 

In that moment, Sardine considered striking him across the face to see how he would like it. Why don’t I take your other eye? he thought, Will you still complain once you’re a pathetic invalid? But he resisted the temptation. He reasoned that he wasn’t going to let Oreo bait him into acting impulsively and tried to pretend he wasn’t afraid of what Oreo would do in retaliation, what that would do to his reputation.

“For the tom who abdicated, you seem to have a lot of opinions on how I do things,” Sardine growled, swallowing down his rage. 

“Do what you want,” Oreo said darkly. “I’m just calling it like I see it.” And with that, Oreo turned and walked away, leaving Sardine alone under the shadow of the maple tree. 

Sardine took a deep, slow breath to calm himself. That interaction had not gone particularly well. There was no denying that Oreo held the majority of the power in their relationship despite Sardine’s title as the Speaker. It didn’t seem likely that he would be able to earn Oreo’s respect at this point. He was going to need more loyal subordinates if he wanted to maintain his hold on power in the city. 

It was for that reason that he turned away from the path home and briskly made his way to Mystique’s house. He’d tried to contact her ever since he’d received word that she’d returned to the city but her Folk had been keeping her inside and his attempts to get her attention had only resulted in them coming out with a spray bottle to chasten him. Still, Sardine was nothing if not persistent and he knew that if he kept coming around he would eventually be able to speak with her. 

It seemed that luck was on his side today. A blue ball of fur sat curled in a sunbeam against the sliding glass doors. Smiling, Sardine slank across the lawn towards the glass, announcing himself with a small meow. Mystique lifted her head to look at him and frowned.  

“Afternoon, Mystique,” he said, keeping his composure. “I’m glad to see you back safely.” 

“What do you want, Sardine?” she asked, sounding fed up already. Not ideal. 

“I wanted to make sure you were alright,” he said, then, more somberly, “and to give you my condolences. I can’t imagine what it must be like to lose your brother in the way that you did.” 

Mystique’s lip curled in a snarl. “Don’t talk to me about my brother. He deserved what he got.” That was not the kind of response Sardine had been expecting. 

He tried to pivot as smoothly as possible. “I wasn’t going to say so myself but I admittedly agree. I’ve been trying to do better in his stead. If there’s anything I can do for you, just say the word. I am at your service.” He dipped his head politely. 

“Leave me alone, Sardine,” she hissed. “You’re worse than the Clan cats. At least they were all honest with me.” 

Sardine’s ears twitched forward with interest. “I see. Well then, to be completely honest, I am very curious about the nature of your time with them. Were you there of your own free will?” That would be an interesting development, he thought. Had she followed Gingersnap’s lead and gone native? 

“At first,” she huffed, dropping her head dourly onto her paws, “but when I wanted to leave they held me prisoner.” Her tail lashed side to side as she spoke.

“The barbarians,” he growled. “I can assure you, Mystique, I will make them suffer for anything they did to you.” 

“Did I ask you to do that?” she hissed, glaring at him. “They’re just cats. If you really want to make me feel better, then piss off and never come back, alright?” Sardine’s tail twitched in irritation. Razor had always been too lenient with his sister and it had clearly gone to her head. No cat should speak to him that way. Still, he kept his cool. 

“I just want to help you, Mystique,” he said gently. “I know what happened was probably frightening and I know I’ll never really understand, but I want you to feel safe again. I’m sorry if my attempt missed the mark.” 

Mystique looked askance, then glanced back at him, then away. “I’m tired, alright? Leave me alone.” 

“As you wish,” he said. “But please, if you need anything, tell me. I owe you that much for failing to help you while you needed me.” 

“I didn’t need you,” she huffed and he thought he saw something deeply sad underneath her facade. 

“You needed someone,” he said, stepping close to the glass so he could keep his voice low. “You needed someone and no one was there. As Speaker, I should have been there for you and I’m sorry.” And there it was, the sadness underneath. It flooded over every emotion on her face like a street with a clogged drain, looking like it threatened to swallow her whole. He bit his lip to keep himself from smiling at his success. 

“Thank you…” she sniffled after a moment - typical, emotional woman. “I… I’m just tired. I want this to be over already.” 

“I’ll do what I can,” he said. “Perhaps you could tell me more about your time with the savages - when you’re feeling better, of course. It could help.” 

She side eyed him, seeming reserved, and said, “Alright. Maybe. But I won’t help you kill them. There’s been too much killing already…” She looked down at her paws and sniffed hard, tears starting to bead in her eyes. 

“I understand,” he said. “I’ll come by in a few days and see how you’re feeling then, alright?” She nodded. Taking that as a success, he stepped away and headed for the fence. That was something. Something Bella and Rudy didn’t have. Something to show Oreo exactly how powerful “talking” could be.

[theoreocat]

It's with deep sadness that I announce the passing of Oreo today. He passed peacefully at home this afternoon in my arms. I was very blessed that he chose me to spend his life with and he will forever have his paws wrapped around my heart. Thank you all for your kind support and prayers to help send him on his way. 💚👼

[burningradio]

Oreo 😻

[catfindr]

[goldenhour-s]

someone works so someone else can, well, lie around 🐾

[heymangoart]

i had a dream that ladybug was mad that cat noir had bigger merch displays in stores and then she ate these ladybug oreos so that she would laugh at his jokes because without the oreos she was just pissed off for some reason .... he had no idea and was like "damn im on a roll today" and i was watching old episodes late into the night so i woke up thinking that was real . Anyway

[oreo-with-a-tux]

comfy

[mammonmuffinz]

NAMING SOMETHING FAST “LIGHTING” IS SO STUPID AND I HATE IT SO MUCH I WANT TO THROW UP IM vomITING THATS LIKE NAMING YOUR CAT OREO BRAHUUJN