I have a cat. A cat named Ditto. An orange cat named Ditto. He's cute and I've had him forever.
Ditto came to us as a stray, and our second orange cat. Orlando, whom Ditto was named after, died a few years ago from cancer. Which sucks, but he was getting pretty old. Poor dear.
Ditto means the world to me and likes to snuggle up to me when I lay down to read a book or watch tv. He and I had a falling out about a year ago when I started coming home smelling like 'foreign male', aka Mike.
See? Cute, orange, and smiling for the camera. Or telling me to get out of his face. I can't tell. |
