Hi All,
I've been lurking for 4-5 weeks since I brought home a feral kitten on Feb 3, and decided to join today. Much to my surprise, the site said I had already signed up as Orange&White in 2008.
...so anyway, here I am 9 years later introducing myself.
My cats:
One of my two orange and white tabbies, Tangent, is still with me, happy and healthy (except on a weight loss diet) at 12 years old. His brother orange and white littermate, Cosine, went to the bridge last September at 11 years, 11months.
In 2013, I lost a white cat with orange spots at 19.5 years old. Einstein was born feral in my back yard. I brought him inside at 8 weeks old. After living a good long life, sweet Einstein was buried in the same backyard where he was born.
In January a feral kitten from the managed colony next door to my office got into our warehouse at work. My boss bought a trap; we trapped the kitty and I drove it to the county shelter for TNR. The "T" succeeded, as did the "N", but I failed miserably on the "R" leg of the trilogy and brought the cat home. I named her "Farrell" (pronounced feral). Not too original perhaps. She's not orange. Or white. She is a very lovely dilute blue and cream tabby.
(The batteries for my ancient camera wont charge anymore, or I would post pictures.)
I also own a Pembroke Welsh Corgi, who will be 10 years this summer. He is...wait for it...orange (red) and white.
So that's my story. Thanks for reading!
I've been lurking for 4-5 weeks since I brought home a feral kitten on Feb 3, and decided to join today. Much to my surprise, the site said I had already signed up as Orange&White in 2008.
My cats:
One of my two orange and white tabbies, Tangent, is still with me, happy and healthy (except on a weight loss diet) at 12 years old. His brother orange and white littermate, Cosine, went to the bridge last September at 11 years, 11months.
In 2013, I lost a white cat with orange spots at 19.5 years old. Einstein was born feral in my back yard. I brought him inside at 8 weeks old. After living a good long life, sweet Einstein was buried in the same backyard where he was born.
In January a feral kitten from the managed colony next door to my office got into our warehouse at work. My boss bought a trap; we trapped the kitty and I drove it to the county shelter for TNR. The "T" succeeded, as did the "N", but I failed miserably on the "R" leg of the trilogy and brought the cat home. I named her "Farrell" (pronounced feral). Not too original perhaps. She's not orange. Or white. She is a very lovely dilute blue and cream tabby.
(The batteries for my ancient camera wont charge anymore, or I would post pictures.)
I also own a Pembroke Welsh Corgi, who will be 10 years this summer. He is...wait for it...orange (red) and white.
So that's my story. Thanks for reading!
