You like, eh? Then here are two more from that episode:
Be still my beating heart!
Now I need a ginger kitty.
Me too. I’ve never had one, but I’ve heard good things.
I’ve had several orange boys over the years and they were all delightful. I’ve got a panther and a tuxie now, and I kinda miss having a ginger.
Fair warning, if my own is at all typical, orange cats can be doofuses. Here’s Buddy (on the right, of course) with his Siamese-mix adoptive sister, Allie, who doesn’t usually tolerate him being so close.
I’ve just got a Siamese and I think she’d love an orange striped buddy.
I’ve lived with several orange cats. Some of them were sweet tempered. One of them terrified just about everyone I knew, with good reason. But I loved that cat.
I did know one orangish cat. He actually somewhat resembled a Siamese, but with orange points. He was a very friendly stray who became our outdoor cat. My uncle called him Blackie (to be funny, don’t ya know), but my mom called him “Ahn-gheer”. She said it was the French pronunciation of Orange Ear. Again, to be funny. Whatever his name was, he was a good guy.
So much like my Streaker and his sister shadow. Tho she was a different shade, she did have one orange leg. I miss them so much. Both lost to cancer, too young. I guess when you adopt strays you accept that they didn’t have healthy starts. At least we had some really good years together. I’ll add a picture:
I dreamed I found an orange kitten!
Love to see them snuggle! I miss having snuggle piles. My current two just tolerate each other.
ETA: Okay, another photo of cats from the past: A young Sally (gone now at age 17) being put in her place by grownup Sylvia (not related).
That sounds like a flame point Siamese.
You could probably make that dream come true . . .
Speaking of orange cats, here’s Teddy giving his front legs a good stretch:
And here’s Pumpkin leaping up to join his brother Squash on the bookcase next to the window Schooner is gazing out of:
My daughter took this selfie of Mario sleeping on her shoulder.
That is a sweet baby.
Window gazing: Big Ed and plump Pumpkin observe the world outside; wee Sally stretches for a better look. It’s fun for indoor cats who’d be horrified at actually finding themselves out in the howling wilderness of suburbia.
And while I’m here, more Pumpkin, sitting by a scratching post and looking over his shoulder at whatever the current cat(s) in the window might be doing.
This is not a pet picture (though it contains pet pictures). It is utterly crucial information for the cat owners in this thread, though:
A remarkable paragraph in more than one way:
To complete the experiment, Henry and his mom, Kerry Hyde, bought non-toxic lipstick and applied it to each of their cat’s anuses. Then, the cats were given commands.
The conclusion, in case you don’t want to read it:
“His results and general findings: Long and medium haired cat’s buttholes made NO contact with soft or hard surfaces at all. Short haired cats made NO contact on hard surfaces. But we did see evidence of a slight smear on the soft bedding surface. Conclusion, if you have a short haired cat and they may be lying on a pile of laundry, an unmade bed, or other soft uneven surface, then their butthole MAY touch those surfaces!” Hyde shares.
They needed to include some hairless cats.