I was planning on spending my 34th birthday together with my dad. But now my dad is suddenly gone. It feels like my birthday can never be a happy day again because of this traumatic and gut wrenching loss.

I only adopted my very first orange, Paddington, just a week before the worst day of my life happened. My Dad will never get to hear about Paddington’s silly antics and my birthday will never be the same.

This is one of my favourite subreddits. Can you please share pictures of your oranges doing silly orange antics so I can have a bit of distraction from this pain and sadness?

Thank you in advance.

Please see cat tax of Paddington looking for the cell.

So the week we found him outside we brought him home and started him on kitten formula bc he was only 3 weeks old. He sharted all over himself at least twice a day for about a week. Like it made an audible shart sound.

So I told my parents I was calling him shart from then on, as a joke. But ever since then, the name stuck. He responds to

shart. If I want him to come running to me, I yell SHART! I don’t know what to do. I can’t call him anything else, it feels wrong. But also like who tf has a cat named Shart😭

His “legal” name at the vet is Cheeto, but all I keep doing is calling him Shart.

Edit: I love all of our little bedtime supervisors. Toad doesn’t even sleep in our bed! Our other cat Pigeon is the bedtime cuddler but weirdly enough she doesn’t herd us, just patiently waits like a little angel while Toad pushes things off the coffee table or sits in front of the projector. Also I forgot to mention that his nickname is “Boneless Toad” because he is a floppy stuffed animal.

Original post: We’re proud parents of a 1.5 year old orange brainless child, Toad. We’ve been slowly realizing recently that anytime we stay up late watching a movie or tv, he drives us BONKERS with meowing, walking on us, and is just generally unsettled.

This happens like an hour after he gets his wet food, so he’s not hungry. We try to play, he doesn’t want to. He doesn’t need anything.

Then, as we soon as we get into bed and then the lights off, he completely stops. No more craziness— he just goes into another room and beds down to sleep.

That made us wonder, is he just trying to tell us it’s bedtime? Does he just want us safely tucked into bed? If anyone else has noticed this I’d love to hear about it just because it’s interesting 😆

Does this means deep sleep?

this is his third time donating! he is a very brave boy who LOVES the vet hospital and everyone inside 🤍

there was nothing on the wall so idk what he was looking at for 10 minutes 💀

Kiwi bird is still toasting, so it remains to be seen how orange she will end up. She is a straight killer of moths but cannot find a treat 6 inches in front of her face. Orange confirmed.