Spotlighting my orange little monster, the fussy prince who’s become the fussy king who disappears for hours under my covers only to emerge crying murder that I haven’t cuddled with him as he wiggles his way onto my lap while I work.
Six and a half years old and growing weirder every year. I’d heard that orange tabbies were silly and chaotic and that it shows more over time and this has been true for my sensitive baby. I love him dearly for it.
Here’s a picture of him as a kitten, around four months old:
With Love,
Natalie