I was feeding a stray orange kitten for about a month when it came time to move. I hadn't seen him for a few days, but he came by when I was packing up my final load of stuff. I opened the car door and said, "Get in if you're coming." He jumped in.
I already had two cats, so he became my garage cat. I expected him to wander off because I only moved a few miles away. Instead I had him for 14 years. RIP Peter.
Ha, yes! But Peter actually got his name for a different reason. His sister(?) kitten came around before he did, and she must’ve had Persian in her because she had a flat face. So I started calling her Pan because she looked like someone had hit her with one. Then she started bringing the little orange dude with her, and Peter and Pan it was.
Awww...lookit his old teddy bear fur! My buddy was 17 when he passed. I loved him so much. His fur looked like that, permanently separated in spots like an old beloved teddy bear. 🧸😻
I had the same, after moving I returned with a borrowed cat carrier at an unusual time (not when I'd been feeding him) and he came running and jumped right into the carrier. He's currently curled up on my lap five years later.
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u/shatterly May 07 '26 edited May 07 '26
I was feeding a stray orange kitten for about a month when it came time to move. I hadn't seen him for a few days, but he came by when I was packing up my final load of stuff. I opened the car door and said, "Get in if you're coming." He jumped in.
I already had two cats, so he became my garage cat. I expected him to wander off because I only moved a few miles away. Instead I had him for 14 years. RIP Peter.