I have an orange tabby here in LA. Her name is bubbles. She has many different nic-names we have come up with over the years and some have stories to go with them. Orange rocket came from when she was a baby tearing around the house in Maryland and all you would see of her was an orange streak. Psycho Mow from her random playful attacks on everyone. Bubs, Bubble Butt, Fluff Butt, Fuzz Muffin, Bubble and so on. She's a lovely cat who is VERY photogenic however doesn't always love the camera.
(We all have our moments)
I got her when she was not even ready to be separated from her mother out of a box of kittens someone down the street found under their storage shed. They didn't want the mother raising them in their yard so they boxed up the litter and were sending them to a shelter. This made me super angry. It was a hard time for me. I was 13 goth and rebellious a major pain in the butt. My mother was in hospital for a broken back. And I was stuck at my grandfathers house in Maryland. I decided I was going to take one of the kittens home. There were 3 kittens in the box that I really loved. 1 Male orange tabby who was almost exactly the same as bubbles only with different eyes. 1 grey kitten I have always wanted a grey cat but I was thinking about my mom and decided since I knew her dream was an orange female tabby to take that one.
I grabbed my hoodie and held the squiggling ball in my huge middle pocket all the way up the elevator in the hospital and placed the tiny kitten on my moms belly. "Oh no" she said as she petted the little kitten who looked up at her and meowed. She was in love and everyone was hooked. The little kitten grew quickly to become the largest cat I have ever owned.
A few years later my grandfather died and it was time to move things out of the house. This included Bubbles. We packed her into a cage and started the car. She RIPPED the door off the cage and curled up next to me and for the next 3000 miles gave us lots of laughs and stories to tell. We were pulled over somewhere in the middle of the country for speeding. The cop walked up and started laughing. He said he was going to ask dad if he knew how fast he was going but bubbles had sprawled out on the shelf under the display. So the cop petted bubbles who was happy with being fussed over and let us go
When we got her home she and our other cats Cherry and Chessie did not really like the idea to much. But Chessie was very old and dying and soon passed away leaving Cherry and Bubbles to work things out. They did and now they have places they hang out and there are no more cat wars in the middle of the night. Cherry is very old now... Almost 20 so she has no time to deal with a kittens shenanigans. More about her another time. Here are some recent photographs of Bubbles for you all.
With love from the Orange Rocket...
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