Backstory: Oreo is the 17-year-old cat that owns my parents. And she did indeed send a picture, and it’s Oreo sitting on their bed, wearing her latest big blue post-surgery collar.
Mom: you should hear the discussion dad and oreo are having right now.
we’re in bed and she just came in, went straight to dad’s side of the bed and started talking to him
Me: awwwww
Mom: he replied,’i;m not feeding you anymore tonight.’ and she answered and now they’re going back and forth
Me: how long can they keep this up?
Mom: longer than you’d think! just sent you a pix
haha “the cat that owns my parents” so true!
November 1, 2009 at 3:01 pm
Oreo was probably telling him about her surgery…
November 1, 2009 at 7:10 pm
Oreo was actually saying, “I need more of that Newman’s Own organic chicken and brown rice cat food!”
November 1, 2009 at 11:42 pm
Sounds like my father and his late-life-Labrador, Daisy. Cats truly own their people.
November 2, 2009 at 12:57 pm
That’s so cute. The cat that owned my parents (in particular my father) for years was a black and white kitty named Elsie.
November 3, 2009 at 1:39 am
reminds me of the good times with my cat who died after 16 years last April. We would argue every morning and she almost always won. Thanks for the laugh.
July 8, 2010 at 6:23 pm