Same, with the tuxedo boy.
I always tell my dog to watch the car when I can’t bring him in the store.
Watched him in action. He actively tries to bring people over to the car for pets.
My other dog (lost in breakup) would attempt to kill anything that came near the car. Always kept her seat belt on so she wouldn’t jump out.
I used to do this when we had more than one dog. I also like to say “Don’t play too much Nintendo, clean your rooms, and I left a twenty on the counter for pizza when you get hungry” because I like to pretend its still 1996.
I’ll keep the orange tip in mind for when my last old girl eventually crosses the rainbow bridge, because I definitely want cats next after having doggos for the past 15 years.
Being the male in the house, Stinky likes to think he is in charge, but he is just rubbish at maintaining any sort of order. This sort of thing doesn’t help with his reputation either.
It’s always the tortie. Not because she is the most responsible, because she is the one that would cause the most problems if she wasn’t in charge.
I tell the dog not to let the menace cat burn down the house. I know he’s not really “in charge” though.
I put the orange one in charge if my kids will still be home.
As a dog owner, what’s wrong with orange cats? I get the sense that theyre little maniacs?
They all share one orange brain cell.
It’s not even sharing, they take turns with it at random
It’s not at random, it’s a token ring network.
A singular brain cell seeming sourced from a hamster. But cats are more durable than hampsters.
I hear this all the time, but I have an orange cat who taught himself how to open doors, so… I dunno, maybe mine is hoarding all the brain cells for himself.
Oh he got the good brain cell. Oooor stole one from the dog. Every orange cat I’ve ever known has had the thinking capacity of a warm rock and about as destructive when tossing themselves around.
Heard this before, are orange cats really different or just a meme.
They tend to have a lot of personality, to put it mildly. Overestimating their natural grace and finding themselves in situations they aren’t equipped to get out of. Like our old ginger boy who would crawl on the roof for naps and then yowl until some came to rescue him cause he didn’t understand how to jump down. Or chewing a hole in the back of the couch and getting his fat ass stuck trying to crawl inside it.
On the contrary, they are usually very chill. Wonderful creatures. As the other person said, though…there is just the one braincell between them, so try not to let them reproduce too much.
Same, even though she’s usually the food thief off chance we left something out.
