So, it was kind of a rough evening tonight/yesterday. I usually head to work at 11:30, and as I’m walking to my car I notice a State Trooper pulled over by my neighbor’s house. Right before I get into my car, I can see what he’s doing in the light from his headlights – moving Orangie from the road to my neighbor’s lawn…
I never did know what his/her actual name was, but Orangie seems to fit and I’ll just assume she was a she. She was really the friendliest cat you can imagine, but she had a weary, cautious nature – something she learned from being an outdoor cat, I can assume. If you moved too fast, she’d run a few feet and then come back for more rubs. She was a little tubby, and her tail was broken in the middle so when she ran, the end half of her tail would just flop around. It was pretty comical.
Sometimes I’d get home from wherever, and she’d just sit in the grass waiting for me to get out of my car. Then she’d walk over and start rubbing your legs like cats do with people they like. It was endearing. One time I was bullshitting with Mike and Branden in the parking lot and she just came over and started rubbing all three of us. The picture above I took literally the day before she died, focused on hunting something or other in the brush.
It sucks, and she wasn’t even my cat. You’ll be missed, Orangie.