Our sign-name for Marmalade is ‘Orange’ – Sarah started it, and I have to agree. He is definitely orange. A more biscuit orange than flame orange, but he also has striking orange/amber eyes. He’s also very photogenic – whilst Chocolat is difficult to photograph in the dark, because the camera refuses to focus on her dark features, Marmalade’s features are almost neon…
He also has rather dopey expressions; whilst his sister is complaining and grumping (she’s a typical tortoiseshell, but has her affectionate moments), Marmalade is either skittish, watchful or has a particular ‘look’ that is reserved for his favourite human, Dan, when he gets home from work.
(The look of love…)
Then again, there are plenty of those dopey, ‘What’s dis? What’s that?’ expressions.
And here is a bonus photo of Chocolat stalking her brother (five minutes later, she pounced on him):
(Such orange, so annoyed, much neon…wow)
Yes, I know talking ‘Doge’ is ridiculous.
‘And then there were cats, thought Dog. He’d surprised the huge ginger cat from next door and had attempted to reduce it to cowering jelly by means of the usual glowing stare and deep-throated growl, which had always worked on the damned in the past. This time they had earned him a whack on the nose that had made his eyes water. Cats, Dog considered, were clearly a lot tougher than lost souls. He was looking forward to a further cat experiment, which he planned would consist of jumping around and yapping excitedly at it. It was a long shot, but it just might work.’ – Terry Pratchett, Good Omens.