
Now here's a novelty you won't see every day out of The Film Pub: a story. The events in this narrative are all true for the record. This article will serve as your explanation as to how I motivated myself to take the plunge in adopting Oreo: by almost taking in another cat. It all started just a little under a year ago. One evening, I'm out in the backyard grilling steaks for my fellow housemates treating it like any other grill session. As I'm tending to the steaks, I notice an orange cat boldly prowling about our backyard.

The cat then proceeds to approach me, as if attracted to the steaks I was cooking up. In the moment, I was content having some company and giving some petting to a friendly feline neighbor. After all, it's not every day I meet a cat that's nice to a new acquaintance like myself. However, much to my surprise, little did I know that it would be the first of many visits this cat would make to see me. As I talked things over with my roommates and they discussed it to our other neighbors, we learned the cat was female and her name was Cheddar.
Cheddar is said to be a rarity among her breed according to my understanding. Most orange cats are male rather than female. This might shed light on why some male cats were strolling in the backyard a few times. From what I've been informed, Cheddar's owner lived in the house right behind our backyard. Based on the supplies that were left outside of the house, it was natural to assume that she was primarily an outdoor cat. At this point, I can sense the readers about to ask a critical question: where is the owner in all this?

Well, that's precisely the point. The owner was MIA. We later heard they had to clear the premises by a certain date and that they were moving elsewhere. Whether Cheddar was or wasn't intentionally left behind, we couldn't say. But given the cards that were dealt, I was preparing to take Cheddar under my wing. Before doing so, I had to make sure she was spayed and neutered, so the dogs in our household weren't liable to catching an unknown disease. Though I had a vet appointment scheduled for Cheddar, a problem arose.
Cheddar stopped showing up to our backyard. We naturally drew the conclusion that either certain authorities found her or the original owner finally came to their senses and reunited with Cheddar. Either way, all of us sincerely missed her good company, especially me. So the search for my new cat officially began, with the caveat that I wasn't guaranteeing adopting one yet. I originally wanted to wait until I was more financially stable beforehand. When I went to the animal shelter to see Oreo for the first time, I could tell she was special.
Her name was originally Bloom at the shelter. But the moment the name Oreo was suggested for renaming her, I knew I wouldn't be able to top that name if I tried. Of the cats I saw before adopting, Oreo best resembled the affectionate nature of Cheddar. Both cats love the outdoors, even though I try keeping Oreo inside for her own safety. Obviously, I've had more time to snuggle with Oreo, of which I'll admit she was more willing to do so than Cheddar. Make no mistake, Cheddar liked the petting she got, but didn't really snuggle much.
Considering her circumstance, Cheddar was plenty happy and grateful to have my company and support. As long as I continue to make Oreo's life the best it can be, I will never forget the humble beginning I had with my time with Cheddar. Wherever she might be, I wish Cheddar nothing but the best going forward, even if she's spending all her time outdoors. So let's close this out with a toast to Cheddar: the cat I almost adopted. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have known how cool cats can be. Cheers to you, Cheddar, from both me and Oreo.

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