Oranges

I have an orange kitty named Charlie.  He is wonderful in every way, wonderfully soft, intelligent and funny.  He's three and a half years old and we're very in tune with each other.  This morning I was rushing (too much coffee) and Charlie takes his time climbing out from behind one of my half open dresser drawers, having to turn his large body sideways so one of his eyes bulged LOL!  So I wait, giggle, start cackling at the sight of the squeeze.  And if I've had a bad day, he knows and cuddles up to me, meowing obnoxiously every so often to remind me to get out of myself in such a mood.  "Okay, sir Charles," I tell him, and go to paint my nails and scour off the rough spots on my feet with the very ticklish little machine I bought a while back.  He's curious and right beside me, then takes a long time drinking from the toilet.  Eww.  Back to my bed for a movie.  I take an orange for dessert, and between this, my orange nails and orange Charlie, I'm drawn first to my orange blog.  I have a new favorite color now; it's the same as most sunrises and sunsets, bright and inviting.  Okay; back to my Netflix.  Orange is the New Black :~D