Orange.

 

Or-an-ge you glad I live in Florida?

That way I can share with you all the orange trees flourishing in the back yard.

I love oranges; specifically honey bell oranges.

Meet our honey bell tree:

We have had it for at least 8 years and I can’t count how many honey bell oranges we have devoured.

Well, that was a lie, I can count how many.

zero.

Apparently, it does not get enough sun where it is located.

One day, I will have someone move it for us. One day….

So, onto the other oranges in our home.

Orange is not a favorite color for me, yet still found its way here.

Freddy the Freeloader. By far the easiest pet we have. He does not whine, cry, or trip me while I am cooking dinner.   

Maisy. Notice the sourpuss face…this is the face she always gives me.  She must have had botox at birth.

And then there is this flash of orange that watches me shower and primp from above. Krispy.

 

I swear I hear her snickering; mocking me as I get ready for my day. Sassy cat.

There is one more orange furball, just look at the first two, he looks the same. Sourpuss/snickering/mocking and he stalks my every move when the food bowl is at the halfway point.

Nothing worse than a stalker cat at your feet…just trying to take you down.

 

And someone in my house loves wearing Orange. (and teal) especially on Sundays.

Orange you glad I shared all this with you?

Now, your day is complete. Carry on.

For some reason, I am now craving an orange creamsicle.

Hey friends, I will trade you three orange cats for ONE creamsicle. Any takers???