Chris's Orange Kitties

It’s astonishing how many of our volunteers come on an initial Sunday visit, and can’t bear to leave the place. Many – like me – are hesitant at first; we have this nasty little suspicion that our lives are about to be taken over; and we are so right!
Volunteer Chris initially came only on Sundays, but the Sanctuary got its metaphorical claws into him, and he just kept coming back. Chris has a touch with cats – they relax around him – and it wasn’t long before he joined the team of Kitty Comforters.

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Snuggling with Bobby...

Many of us keep our cellphones handy to snap a picture of this cat or that – perhaps they’re up to something cute, or we need to have Leslie ID an unknown kitty for us. The real quality photos are taken by people like Michele, with a discerning eye and great lenses. But Chris gets some great shots with his cellphone, and I’m going to share some of his orange cats with you this weekend. The orange cats aren’t his only favourites – you only have to watch him with Bobby to know that – but there are some wonderful faces here!

Little Orange catching some zzzzs...

Kevin - keeping toes warm

Front courtyard Lucky

Albi and Chimo ... contemplating catnip

Gilbert - with that Mona Lisa smile

Buster Baby - contemplating how miserable life is...

and how can we have an orange-cat gallery without Garfield?

(Short) blog by Brigid Coult

Photos by Chris Peters & Debbie Wolanski

Lucky

Deciding which cat to feature in a blog post can be a challenging job sometimes but luckily, I found Lucky (sorry, couldn’t resist), a beautiful long haired orange tabby that reminds me of a small lion with a gorgeous mane.

 

Lucky came To RAPS with his brother Tippy many years ago as feral kitten but unlike Tippy, Lucky has yet to trust us two-legged creatures.  So not being able to entice him for a scratchy-scratch, I watched him from a distance as he wandered around the compound one sunny afternoon.  Lucky, it seemed was seeking some affection from someone or something as he head butted a few table legs, rubbed up against many of the other cats and generally danced around me at a safe but curious distance.  Unlucky for Lucky, many of the cats he chose to rub against would then turn around and bat at him as if to say: “get lost red!”

 

Friends?

 

Seeing as I have a thing for orange tabby cats, I couldn’t resist trying to get near him and get in a pet or two.  I was hoping he would eventually get enough courage to finally come over to me but I’m told that Lucky is quite wary of people and doesn’t let anyone touch him.  I did actually manage to make contact with him after a lot of persistence but it was clearly not appreciated as he scooted off in disgust having had enough of me.