Ginger Cats

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I have a thing for ginger (a.k.a. orange or red) cats.  I had a kitty named Lionel when I was in college who was my all time favorite cat.  He was a big boy topping the scales at 25 lbs. in his prime.  He wasn't so much fat as he was tall.  When he died quite suddenly, I dealt with my grief by driving to my family's business which is a nursery (trees not babies) and brought home Mojo (above). His mom was a stray (one of many at the nursery), who'd delivered her litter in the bagged fertilizer building 6 weeks prior.  Mojo was born right in the middle of some pretty strong chemicals and so we've always said he's a bit on the nutty side from the exposure, but he is quite the lovebug and loves to snuggle every chance he gets. He especially adores visitors with an open lap to leap onto and will quickly curl up for a snooze.

Four months later, Mojo's mother gave birth to another litter.  This time they finally caught her and contained her in a back room to keep the kittens safe and to tame her so she could get spayed.  About this time Mojo was quite the crazy kitten.  I'd be walking and out of the blue Mojo would come flying up to me, scale my leg and back with his nails giving me a "MEEEEEEOOOWW" squeal once he landed on my shoulder.  He'd also attack our old cat, Cuddles, just for fun which left Cuddles always in a state of panic.  We decided Mojo needed a friend and went to check out the litter of new kitties at the nursery.  Milo (below) was the only ginger kitty and we scooped him up and brought him home to be Mojo's play toy friend.  They hit it off instantly and have a typical love/irritate/tease relationship like most brothers do.   Milo is more reserved with his affection and is our resident assassin.  He's always bringing home his latest kill for our viewing pleasure.  It's pretty funny how so many people have such a hard time telling them apart.  

A fun little fact about orange cats is that it is fairly uncommon for one to be female. Most are males kind of like how most calicos are females.
Milo getting ready to run and pounce on Mojo

Comments

Susan said…
Beautiful cats! And I love the story behind them.

Great shots♥
June 11, 2012 at 7:46 AM
Jephyr said…
Agree with Susan! : )


I have a female tabby and a male tuxedo. People who generally dislike cats will remark to me how "funny" they are...because they both follow me from room to room and out around the yard.


Also they both have such distinct personalities...it was fun reading about yours! : )
June 11, 2012 at 9:42 AM
Anonymous said…
I, too, have a soft spot in my heart for orange tabbies. Our female orange tabby, Jack, is a sweetie and is always wanting to come inside to sleep in the rocker.

Thank you so much for sharing at Your Sunday Best this week. xoxo
June 12, 2012 at 7:13 AM
Stefanie said…
Such beautiful kitties!
:)
June 12, 2012 at 8:16 PM
hsb7x said…
I love orange kitties , too. They are the best - I even had an orange female tabby once, too. She thought she was queen of everything. The boys are definately the best, coolest cats. Over the years we've had Pumpkin, October"tobie" , Honey bun or "sweetie buns" , Opie, Bulldozer, Levi, Tiger Lily, Ernie, and Cinnamon. How do you like those orange names. Have a great day- I am sure you are a cool girl if you like orange cats.
Heather
June 15, 2012 at 12:35 AM
abrianna said…
Huh...I did not know that orange female cats were rare...my orange female cat is on the couch with me now.

I also had 2 beautiful calico cats as a young adult.

I also had an all white cat named Milo.
June 15, 2012 at 11:54 PM
Corey~living and loving said…
HI! I"m here via the blog train. I also love Ginger cats. I had one named, Tanner. He was my first Baby.
June 16, 2012 at 2:36 PM
Liz said…
I loved hearing about everyone's orange kitties. Nice to know I'm not the only one in love with their color and personalities. @hsb7x: great names! :)
June 16, 2012 at 2:42 PM
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