OG
Shoutout to an OG brain cell thief, ‘Orange’. I was like 5 when I named him. Fits well though. Him, Circa 88’ when we established the squad. The enabler, me, pulled this absolute unit of a cat out of some rando woodpile in the blue ridge mountains. The bond was formed. Some of his favorite past time activities include, but are not not limited to: sleeping in frying pans, wigging out for 0 reason and clamping down on my skull, full claws. Using the railing to go upstairs, and disappearing for days on end only to show back up like ‘where y’all been?’. R.I.P. little gangster, the world misses you.