Notes from the Swamp

We used to have a female orange cat when I was a kid. She was very close to my grandma and also the only human being allowed to touch her in the entire family. I almost felt like she was my grandma's daughter the way she talks to the orange cat and the way the cat acted around my grandma. But this aunt of mine was very wild and doesn't like to stay home and gone for days before coming back all the time. She was very good at catching all types of small animals.:)
 
Orange cats are different!

This one was a stray, the owner isn’t far from us, but didn’t take care of it. About 3 years old and still a lot of kitten in him

So anyway Hemingway slowly adopted us and is now our official kinda sorta outside family member
 
Halloween, when I was no more than maybe 5 or 6 years old: I called at a house to trick-or-treat. The woman that opened the door asked me if I would like an orange kitty. I thought maybe that was a cookie or something. I said, "Yes." she told me to come in and pick the one I wanted. She led me to a bunch of orange, live, kittens and told me to choose one. I did and took it home with me. After my parents learned what had happened, they took me back to the house to return my 'treat'. (It was a different time.:lol:)
 
Halloween, when I was no more than maybe 5 or 6 years old: I called at a house to trick-or-treat. The woman that opened the door asked me if I would like an orange kitty. I thought maybe that was a cookie or something. I said, "Yes." she told me to come in and pick the one I wanted. She led me to a bunch of orange, live, kittens and told me to choose one. I did and took it home with me. After my parents learned what had happened, they took me back to the house to return my 'treat'. (It was a different time.:lol:)

I had that same experience with a puppy at a neighborhood “fair” :rofl: