Odo the cat, my furry buddy, is dead.
Odo was eleven years old. My wife bought him for me in 1995 as a small kitten, when we’d only been dating for about a year. He was my best furry buddy and a very unusual cat.
A sweetheart, a loving fellow who wanted to be friends with everyone and enjoyed being played with no matter how you wanted to do it. Back flips? He was game. Swing him round in a bag? Sounded like fun to Odo.
He was a loyal companion who came running when I called him, even if he had been sleeping in his favorite place. He slept under the sheets next to me, curled up in a ball or draped across me. He sat on the edge of the tub and batted at the rivulets of water from outside the curtain while I showered.
He was a clumsy, clownish oaf. He’d never even once in his life clawed or bit anyone. Happy-go-lucky, but quite the back-talker when scolded, he’d retreat muttering from a scolding to work his aggressions out on his latest scratching post.
As a young cat he taught himself to pee in the human toilette, which sounded clever until he started peeing in his water dish and then in the chrome burner cups of my electric stove. But that’s a story for later. Please, understand you will be subjected to at least one or two more posts about Odo, his life and his death.
You’ll probably not be interested, but its something I need to do. I miss Odo.
My consolations SafeT. I have had 12-13 cats in my lifetime, sadly none of them exist anymore.
That’s too bad SafeT =(
I am a cat person myself and I’ve had “Fuzzy” for 13 years. I don’t know what I’ll do when she dies.
Really sorry to hear about Odo, Joe. Now I completely regret not meeting him more than once.
Bugger, sorry to hear it.
Odo looks super cool. We used to have a Siamese called Taasha, she too was a mutterer.
He sounds like a cat of spirit and heart and a healthy isrepect for authority. If muttering weren’t tolerated, every office in the land would be in a constant state of revolution rather than just low-level seething animosity.
I’m sorry you’ve lost your buddy, SafeT. That’s a shame.
Awwwwww…. Next time you come over to MS, come get a hug buddy.
I’m sure Heather offered her condolences, but on the inside she may be doing the Ren and Stimpy dance of joy.
In my lifetime, I’ve lost a few cats, a dog, couple of Gerbils, a few fish… Never fun.
So how did he die. I was looking forward to seeing him again
Gosh, sorry to hear that. I love my kittys too.
SafeT, I am so sorry about Odo. Post away, we would love hearing Odo stories and seeing pictures. I love his name by the way.
Jagd: I thought you were in your mid-twenties, right? That’s a lot of cats! Were you really close to any of them?
B-Hip:It annoys me when people belittle the emotions attached to pet ownership. I hope Fuzzy lives a long time.
DaveCat:Hey, there’s lots of people that never met him at all. ….I just wish I had more time with the little dude.
Rich:Thanks. If I could hear that mutter again…
Sam:Thanks. Here’s an Odo-style mutter: “wruh-ruh-ruh, ruh…” How would that play in most offices?
PJ:I’ll take that hug. Heather cried, too. She probably liked him more than she’d ever admit.
l>t: I sill have Kyra the cat, but Odo was my furry little buddy.
Robin: Yeah? It was the name of the security dude from Star Trek, Deep Space Nine.
But Odo “owned” that name, and it fit him better.
Sorry to hear about your pussy Safe T. I’ve personally forbidden any of the staff to own one after a nasty incident where a group of mice in the lab were forced to run for their lives. The cat was sent to a home. The mice were never recovered, and we can only assume they met some sad fate out on the moorland. Poor mice.
So sorry you are missing your beloved cat. He sounds like he was a wonderful friend and devoted member of your family. I’d love to hear more about him. Big hugs to you and your family.
Mans best friend if you communicate with them.
We lost Patch (one eyed ex ferile silver tortoiseshell) about 3 years ago, dedicated the book to him. After much sadness we got 2 kittens Fluffy and Gizmo, two sisters but like chalk and cheese. Both fed on tuna chunks and biscuits to balance their diet with a cream treat every now and again.
I was close to them all. But I stopped having cats when I came out of my teens, too many bad memories. My flatmate ‘the Captain’ has just got two kittens- and I live in constant fear that the boldest of the two will soon go missing, as if I’ve got a premonition. But it could just be paranoia based on past experience.
Know how you feel mate….been there too many times – sorry to hear about Odo…strange how much you miss em…………….
oh man this is really sad. i feel terrible for your loss.
hang in there.
write as many stories as you need to. im interested
You didn’t tell us, how he died. Sickness… Did you have to put him to sleep?
Lucky Odo… to have a family that grieves for him
Ah that’s crap.
Did you name him after the changeling?
sorry to hear that
DrJMcC:Thanks…I guess?
Lyvvie:I’m scanning in some pictures and will post some more soon.
Hobbs: I should like to see pictures of the little animals.
Jagd:You should immediately begin a regimen of sedatives for the bold one!
Confucious: I knew it would be thus, but I didn’t know it would be so soon.
GusGreeper: Its getting a little better.
PJ: I’ll tell everyone soon enough.
RHSP: Yes, but I wish he were still here.
Kieran: It is crap, and yes, he was originally named after Odo the shapeshifter from Star Trek DS9. But the name fit Odo the cat far better.
Michael : Thanks.
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