The time since has been the only time in my adult life that I haven't owned a cat. More specifically an orange, male cat. I've had Marmalade, Schmert (full name Schmerticus Von Mordecai Bom-Bom Bickie Boo-Woo), Chino, Puck, & lastly Mushu. We also had Kung POW! but she was a black female cat.
When Chucky started working at a new tattoo shop late last year there just happened to be a pet store next door. I told him that yes we could get a new cat (as if I don't have my hands full enough with our two Pitt Bulls & Plott Hound) if he could find a short-haired orange male kitten.
It took eight months & we haven't yet named him so he can't be properly introduced, but ... look what Chucky brought home from work on Saturday.
I forgot how full of energy they are, I made him some special little sugar skull toys filled with crinkly plastic (from the plastic seals that come on top of our gelato) & catnip. Elvis is a little jealous, he's been the baby of the house for three years ... he keeps stealing Kitty's toys & hoarding them on his corner of the bed with his favorite frisbee.
Sorta cute. I think Gingersnap is a cute name, Chucky likes Wonton ... my five year old niece, Sequoya, thinks his name should be Orange Cat. I'm sure we'll settle on something soon.