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Related: About this forumi brought my beloved home 16 years ago this month
i was 16 and told my parents i was going to go look at her and brought her home without any real permission. a girl i knew from school couldn't keep her and there was no way i could resist the ball of orange fuzz. i named her sweetie because it was such a fitting moniker.
she turned out to be the love of my life and i will unapologetically say that i love her more than any living being that i know. i love her more than my family, more than my husband. i don't know that i will know any love like i have for her.
she is wicked smart, supreme empress of all she surveys, alpha over even the boys.
i moved out of dad's house in 05 and left her behind because i knew her life would be better there. i see her about once a week and those visits are full of love.
she wanted to birth on my bed the one time we bred her (we kept two of her litter and they're still going strong) and as flattered as i was, i had to tell her no.
my dad gives me hell because she's such a pain due to me spoiling her so badly while i lived there, but she is such a lover.
she's lost a step or two, but is still in marvelous health, especially for an indoor/outdoor.
when she looks at me i just melt inside.
CurtEastPoint
(18,641 posts)dixiegrrrrl
(60,010 posts)I have had 2 cats like that...one is with me still after 12 years.
An incredibly strong bond between us.
Freddie
(9,265 posts)Especially an all-orange female which is pretty rare; most females with the orange gene also have the black gene and are calico or tortoiseshell. She's beautiful.
My very first cat, Fred, was orange and another love-bug. I met DH shortly after I adopted Fred and for 18 years Fred ignored him and in time he ignored the kids too, he was MY cat. Still miss him. Our current Freddie is another orange boy and named in his honor. Unlike his namesake he loves everybody.
TorchTheWitch
(11,065 posts)So beautifully said.
sinkingfeeling
(51,454 posts)AndyA
(16,993 posts)I used to have an orange and white male tabby--his name was Snag. I had to give him up, and I still remember him sitting on my bed when I told him I couldn't keep him. We paid to have him placed for adoption to make sure he wasn't put down. I hope to see him again someday, he was a great cat, and I know whoever was lucky enough to get him loved him as much as I did.