He is.
I have always told them that orange (ginger to you all, apparently) is THE most gorgeous colour! But then....
Anyway, he is the orangiest ofr the oranges who have graced me with their presence. Oliver, my sweet, sweet Oliver, was the first. He was abandoned as a kitten. I was in U. We were already 4 strong (3, by the way, is the critical #. Once you get 4... why not 5? Once you have 5... well, what's one more? And so it goes........) I will tell you all of him some day. And of Mysh - my wild black boy (and I mean that literally. He was a wild cat) who came to love Oliver with such intensity....
My beloved Hector - who died last May. He and I....... that's yet another story. But we lived together for almost 20 years. And I miss him. He too had a black brother (Simon - whom you have seen) who loved him intensely and who has been lost since....
My Winnie is a soft orange. As is Clawdette (an orange lady who came to me from the humane society...Many toes, hence the 'Claw' part of Clawdette).
Yup, orange (ginger) is the way to go.
As also is black and B&W, and calico, and tabby (all flavours!) and tortie (my exquisite Ariadne!), and even Siamese. Have never been without one since I was 6 months of age. Blue Boy. Nitchevo. Emma. Niome. And now the Pixie-Pucks (except when they are being the Puck-Pixies - a brother/sister combo who landed here quite unsought for but yet......... well, you know how it goes............
But orange/ginger........... yes.
And Tony, as do all, has his own story.
