I love cats too. I had a sweet gray & white one growing up named Sweet Pea. She lived for a very long time considering she was an indoor/outdoor cat. Died of age, we had to put her down, 15 or 16 years, something like that.

Right now we have 3 cats. Two we thought were strays but belonged to our neighbor who also had dogs. They were both skin & bones. After about 2 months of taking care of the first cat, she casually told me that was her cat lying in the window all the time, but we could have her. That cat is a black & white tabby my daughter named Hungry. The 2nd cat we took to the neighbor first; yes, we could have her; she's completely black and already had been named Midnight. Then, we went on vacation, and inadvertently, the pet sitter let another skinny black cat into our house thinking it was Midnight, Midnight being wary of strangers and prone to sneaking outside. We got home and suddenly had 3 cats. The 3rd black one has a white spot on her chest; we named her Licorice. Licorice did not belong to the neighbor for once. I knocked on a lot of the neighbors' doors, but she wasn't their cat either; we put up posters, and no one claimed her. Of course, here was a 3rd cat we had to spay, but she is the most cuddly of our cats.

I really love orange cats too. My grandmother has 3 very beautiful orange cats that get along with her little mixed breed dog. Her animals are like children to her, except her chickens. Though I do think she gets upset when she loses one to a hawk or something. She gets her eggs from them and usually a few cartons to sell to my mom, my aunt, friends of hers. Not much money, just pocket money, a token payment, she never wants to take the money, but they all leave it on the table anyway.