I’ve always wanted an orange tabby. But since I never buy cats, I had to wait until one found me. That was January 2008 when I spied a tiny orange kitten hanging out in my backyard, nomming dog food with the raccoons. When I saw him eating beside a mother fox and her kit, I pulled out the live trap.
He wasn’t feral. But he was severely undernourished. He looked much younger than the three months he was due to a diet of grass and leaves. For the first week after we adopted Opie, he insisted on eating my plants. He even stole broccoli off my plate! It took watching the other cats eating their canned cat food to get Opie to try meat. As he’s now a big boy, clearly he’s finished being a vegan.