Orange you Glad

I have always had a fondness for orange cats. The first cat I called my own at age 6 was a striped tabby whom I named Zipper. Zipper, primarily an outdoor cat, was brought home along with his brother, whom my oldest sister named Ceaser. Zipper lived with us for a little while, traveling all the way from Georgia to Pennsylvania. He was brave, friendly, and curious.

My second orange cat was born from the family’s brown tabby named Esther. Esther had a litter of four, in which she birthed a sweet orange kitten whom I named Bailey. I witnessed his birth and bonded with him right away in my teens. He knew no stranger, enjoyed going on walks with me, and playing with feather toys. He would bring me all sorts of “gifts”. He was with me for several years till he tragically passed.

Baron joined our family this autumn season. He is handsome, smart, curious, and cautious. He showed up starving, and my theory is he, among a few other cats, were abandoned, which sadly is a common occurrence of unwanted animals. I worked on befriending him for a couple of weeks, and now he has found a home with us.

He really enjoys food, and whenever we are having meals or snacks, he eagerly wants to join in. He will eat both dry and wet foods, showing no partiality toward anything offered his way.

Throughout his days, he often spends time with me or my youngest daughter when we are doing schoolwork, crafting, reading, and chilling. His favorite spot is next to Lydia on her bed or near me, either in my lap or on the bedside window table. He does go about the farm on his mini adventures, as we let him freely go in and out. We are happy to have given him a warm, cozy place of comfort and security, and are thrilled to know he feels welcomed.