What color(s) is your cat(s)?

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Oscar – orange and white tabby.

Skinner – white with black blotches.

Both cute, both spoiled.

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Here is our cat guarding the front door.
 
Right now I have one big orange boy, two short-haired gray and white tabbies, one short-haired mostly white with gray patches, one longhaired gray and white, one longhaired black tuxedo, one short-haired black tuxedo, two short-haired tortoiseshells, and one shorthaired all-black.

I had a second shorthaired all-black with a little white patch on her throat who passed away just a few weeks ago.
 
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This is my adorable little patch of darkness.
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Here’s a pic of one of my little tortie girls. She LOVES shoes. Especially ones that have just been worn outside.

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His name is Giraffee, because when he was a kitten, he had spots instead of stripes.
He looks serious, but he would run and hide if anyone approached the door! 😂
 
I LOVE reading about and seeing everyone’s babies. They are all gorgeous and have their own little quirky personalities. I just love cats. They are SO loving but give you space with their independence.
I have two, both rescued from different vineyards when they were just weeks old. They are now 11 years old and are my babies.

My big guy is named Blackjack. He is jet black in the winter, but in the summer when the sun shines on him, his still black fur gets a weird bright orange glow to it. His two fangs hang down like Dracula, so when my daughter visits, he gets called Jackula…He likes the outdoors and my property is like Cat Disneyland for him. He has an oak forest, a creek, a meadow, a garden, and lawn which he explores daily. He really only hangs around me whenever I work outside ( or like when I go to the mailbox, he shows up for a nice belly rub).

My little girl is named Camo. The reason for the name Camo is that I could not figure out what kind of cat she was, she was Camouflaged. She is my first long haired cat and I hate that long hair!!! She is dilute (gray where the fur color is normally black, and light peach color where it is normally orange) Tortie, Calico, &Tabby. She has white mittens on her two front paws, with gray legs. Her chest is white. Her face is white, peach and gray Calico patched, but she has a Tortie split half gray/half peach colored nose. She also has the classic Tabby M marking (in peach) above her eyes. Her ears and fur on her back and the sides of her body is Tortie colored, while her stomach is curly white fur. Both her hips and both back legs are peach and white stripped Tabby, & she has a gray tail. She’s my snuggle bug and likes people. She sleeps on my bed every night and has been there giving me a purr and a lick through some rough spots.
 
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Hopefully I am past peak cat numbers here. I did not mean to end up with so many and it’s like operating a small farm in my home to care for them all. Our last batch of cats got up to 7 and when they all passed away I was planning to have ONE cat. The cat I adopted was visibly lonely and neurotic when I was away overnight so I planned to get a second one to keep him company, and then things went crazy from there (and not from cats breeding, they were all fixed either before or within days of my taking them). Not taking any more cats for the time being.
 
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Yes, cats do get lonely. We had two, different ages. And after Amelia had to be put to sleep, Giraffee missed her. Meowed and roamed around looking for her. (Even though she was queen of the house and just tolerated him, lol!)

And now he is best friends with my husband. 🙂 He patrols the house at night, going behind the curtains to look out the window into the night. Then, slinks away to another window! It’s pretty comical.

But he is so afraid of people and protective of our house (hissing at cats that dare walk in our yard) that we don’t think he would do well with a new cat in our home. (He is about 9 years old)
 
A prime example of kitties getting lonely occurred years ago when hubby and I drove out to a lady’s home who was giving away free kittens. Two males, brothers, were all that were left when we got there. I was only planning on having one cat, so I took the orange one, and the brothers were separated.

We initially kept Tangie in the bathroom with the door closed, to give him a chance to become acclimated. But little Tangie just cried all night. He kept meowing mournfully, and it soon became obvious that he missed his gray brother.

So, the next day, we called the lady and asked her if she still had the brother, and she did. We went out and got him, and the two were reunited. Both kitties were contented ever since.
 
Here’s a little story involving the sexing of kittens.

I was only about 3 or 4 years old, and knew nothing about the Bs & the Bs.

I had this aunt whose cat had had a litter of kittens. She had them in a cardboard box, and I and my mother were with her while she was trying to determine the gender of each kitten.

I watched as she held one kitten up and looked at its backside, then announced, “This one’s a male.”. She held up another kitten, examined its backside, and said, “Another male.” The next one was a female, and so on.

I could never figure out how looking under each kitten’s tail had anything to do with it being a male or a female. And Mama didn’t explain.

All I knew was that from that time onward, I was partial to yellow or orange tabbies, who I called “peanut butter cats”.

Such was childhood innocence in the 1950s.
 
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That’s sweet that you took his brother too. Young kittens often really need a playmate. The last single kitten I got was adopted with his mother who was only about 6 months older than himself, and the two of them wrestled and chased each other almost all day long. Most of my other kittens were adopted in pairs with a sibling.
As for sexing kittens, I’m not great at it but neither are a lot of the cat shelters. The kitten I mentioned above was advertised for adoption as being a little girl by the county shelter. They didn’t figure out he was a boy until the vet came around to do whatever medical stuff the county required for kittens before they were given to adopters.
 
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the older (and far dumber!) is an oreo/tuxedo cat (and currently pillowing on the back of my recliner).

Then there’s the siamese mix, kind of a mix of browns:

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My cat Baron, he turned 3 this year this month.
 
I have six cats, all rescues. It was five but Oliver arrived home one day with a skinny starving waif, Can’t you just hear him, " Hey lad You look bad! Come along home with me; SHE will feed you; SHE will feed anyone. " That is Tonto as Oliver is the Lone Ranger, a former street cat,. Nearly 2 years ago when my old dog and my oldest cat died the same weekend my family ORDERED me to go and get three new cats. Rural areas here are swimming in ferals. So I did. Found a dear soul who had to go overseas and had rescued nine street cats. She was delighted when I took three. As for colour; they are all black and white which is the local feral theme. My oldest is 16, the youngest about 2. (Please Note: This uploaded content is no longer available.) (Please Note: This uploaded content is no longer available.) (Please Note: This uploaded content is no longer available.)
 
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