That Special Something: Orange Tabbies.

I have read a lot of comments about orange tabbies. The one I am most curious about is that they are almost always inevitably males. Is this true? My orange tabby is a female from a feral mom that I found abandoned at 5 weeks old in Wyoming. Is that unusual? She is the first cat I ever had and she's my love. Like I said...just curious :)

Loved your post! Orange Tabbies are the most amazing furballs ever. Mine adopted me 16 years ago; I went to the rescue looking for a black cat. (99% of my wardrobe is black so I figured that no one would notice black fur on black clothing.) Well, one look at Her Royal Orangeness and I was in love. She jumped into my arms, orange fur flying everywhere, and gave me the big kitty eye look of "I pick you. let's go home." She's silly, regal, cute and has a personality that just owns a room. love my orangie!

My 23 year old orange tabby died yesterday May 22, 2013. Even though she must have been in terrible pain with renal failure and vomiting bile, she was alert and knew I cared. We will miss her dearly as I so fortunate to have had such a long time with her. She understood every time I had a conversation with her and when outside she would follow me like a dog would follow his master. My cat had a personality of no other. I loved her so much and will miss her dearly. 

I have had a thing for calico and tortie cats.. I have a tortie right now and she's a doll, and I wasn't looking for another cat, until....... one day while outside doing yard work a scrawny kitten (now known as Jake) approached me and my roommate with a friendly meow greeting.  Poor thing was hungry but had such a sweet disposition.  He acted grateful for the food and was extremely affectionate!  I had to be careful because he was covered with fleas and I didn't want to get them in the house or on my other cat.  He stuck around living under the house in the crawl space for 3 days before we could take him to the vet and have him neutered and get a check up, etc. and we gave him a flea bath that morning too (and both cats take Revolution once a month now even tho they don't go outside).  The first night Jake lived on the screened in porch and he already had a hold on my heart.  It was a rough spell for awhile doing the intro to my tortie, Anna, but it has gotten easier.  It's been about 3 1/2 months now and I've totally fallen in love with Jake.  He has a huge personality, he struts, he's not scared of anything, he started bossing Anna around the moment he marched into "her" house.  I think he has been great for Anna after the intro phase because he has gotten her to be more active - they chase each other and play fight but she's not hissing as much anymore and she doesn't spend her days sleeping as much now that he's around to keep her on her toes.  I love both cats, but Jake has made up for Anna's lack of affection and certainly is a little entertainer if company comes over.  He's never bit or scratched me either.  The only thing that can sometimes be "trying" is he is very vocal and demands that mommy get out of bed to feed him even before daylight, around 5 am but I've gotten used to it.  He doesn't always cuddle at night because Anna likes to snuggle me then only, but he does show his love and appreciation for "his human". He loves all over me if I spend the night at my boyfriend's or have been gone several hours.  I love this cat!  Wonderful addition to the home!  Love watching him play and attack his toys.  Did I mention I love this cat?  

WE LOVE our Simba, male orange tabby. There really is something about them...

I've had many Orange Tabbies over the years...3 were most memorable...There was Bubba a scared little orange ball of fur I found being kicked around outside a courthouse and went back after I got off work and found him and took him home...He became a big boy weighing about 25 pounds and gave me unconditional love for 19 years...He would stand guard when he was outside playing and run off any stray dogs with the fierceness of a lion. I thought my heart would never heal the hurt of his passing...until I found Pablo who was grown already living in a trailer park in the snow...skin and bones with two huge growths one on each side of his face...but I took him home because of a sweet gentle spirit he had. He was already neutered but had obviously been abandoned and only weighed 5 pounds and was emaciated.  I put him on home cooked food with added vitamins and also on antibiotics.  He was such a large framed cat that he could stand on the floor and put his front paws up on the counter to peek and see what was there. After 6 months of love and good food he was a silky bright orange beautiful boy weighing in at 37 pounds...Needless to say he was a lawful and so handsome because the growths has fallen off of his face leaving no sign they had been there. He was my big buddy for another 10 years. My last orange tabby was Bert and had a twin brother named Ernie. When they were about 3 years old they were outdoors playing when a couple of stray pit bulls cornered Ernie and killed him but Bert got away. I was sick at heart of losing one of my babies because they had been raised with my dog and didn't know to fear dogs. Bert grieved for Ernie and I thought I would lose him too but he pulled through and was my lovey buddy for another 12 years. I still have 3 cats..A black and white, a black and a silver.  I love all my boys and they each have their own special personalities but none like my orange tabbies...One day another orange boy will find his way into my life.  All of my fur babies have been rescues that chose me to be their mom.

My parents and I have four cats: one black, one gray and white, and two tabbies. I've never had a tabby cat before. I found them in our garage last Labor Day weekend. They were only five months old but a calico cat was taking care of them. After I told my parents I found them they told me not to name them. So of course I did name them: Mufasa and "Simba". After they came home, we took them in that night, locked them in the bathroom with food and water and a cat bed and took them to the vet the next day. Turns out "Simba" was actually a girl, so her name is now Sarabi. When my mom told them we were thinking of putting them up for adoption, the doctor told us that there was no gurantee that they would both go to the same home since a female tabby is rare. So she would have been adopted quicker than her brother. When he told us that my mom finally agreed to let us keep them. Now, after almost a year, Mufasa is 14 pounds and playful while Sarabi is only 7 pounds and likes to sleep on my shoulder.

A couple of months ago, my wife and I (we are both in our 60s) adopted a 2YO orange tabby from a local shelter. We thought just by looking at his picture online that we would like him, and that turned out to be immeditaly true when we first met him. His name at the shelter was Harrison. We sometimes call him that and sometimes Hieronymus. I just laid that name on him one day and it stuck. As I do, Mr. H. has a serious medical condition—he, heart; me, liver—so we are well-met in that way. We tried taking him out on a leash/harness. It worked, but no one was really happy. So one day, in acordance with his wishes, I let him out. He now knows where he eats (mostly...he may be doing a number on mice and chipmunks), sleeps, and lives, but he mainly likes being outside. Long ago, i did not undersdtand cats and did not get along with them. When I met my wife, she had two calicos, with whom I developed a good relationship. One of those cats would go nuts whenever I brought home fish and would demand her share. The two cats eventually died of old age. Quite a few years passed. I didn't think I wanted another pet. But I am happy with Harrison Hieronymus. He is a real character, though, and it takes some effort to keep him happy. I think he likes being called "Dude." Hope he's around for a while yet!