It has been said, “Orange cats make the very best friends.” I should know. The orange cats who have joined my feline family over the years were–and are–among my very best friends.

Hanz Upside Down

Hanz “da Bronze”

After losing Mitchner, I saw a post on Nextdoor from a woman who was trying to find homes for seventeen cats. I asked if she had any orange adults. She had one: two-and-one-half-year-old Hanz. At my first visit, Hanz did not want to allow me to view his magnificence and hid under the couch until he was briefly lured out with treats. I returned on September 11, 2020, to pick him up and take him home.

Mitchner McGarrulous

Mitchner was one of three cats belonging to a woman who passed away. The woman’s daughter felt that Mitchner was the most likely of the three to successfully handle the transition to a new home, so at age 9 he came to live at the Feline Funny Farm. Mitchner was quite talkative, causing me to add “McGarrulous” to his name. Even at first, Mitchner suffered from inflammatory bowel disease, for which he got regular B12 shots. Eventually, this condition led to lymphoma. When Mitchner stopped eating, I knew it was time to let him go. We lost him on June 10, 2020.

Mitchner McGarrulous
Pawscar Awesome at the Vet

Pawscar Awesome

I first met Pawscar at Gasow Veterinary Hospital on November 16, 2012. He was a stray, trying to survive the November cold in the alley behind Beyond Juice, a business in downtown Birmingham, MI. Local police brought him to Gasow. Pawscar was skinny and flea-ridden, with burns on his body (probably from steam rising out of manhole covers). The vet estimated his age as 7 years, but he was probably older. In January 2013, I took him home. Pawscar developed high pressure in his eyes, and one had to be removed. Steroid treatment led to diabetes. A final illness caused Pawscar to leave the family (far too soon) on November 16, 2016.


Snickers and his adopted sibling, Lamb Chop, joined my family as adults. They came from a family at church. Born in 1985, Snickers was a handsome, loving cat and he loved to travel. Several members of the Feline Funny Farm were given the opportunity to visit our home in the woods ten miles from Tawas City, but only Snickers relished the trip. Once we were on the freeway, he knew where he was headed and napped in his carrier. Snickers lived to the ripe old age of nineteen.


Boop’m Honker

Honker and his sister, Chipitts, were born at a greenhouse near Mount Clemens, Michigan, in 1976. I could not decide which of the two kittens to choose, so I adopted both. Honker had a noteworthy, if peculiar, habit of leaping straight up in the air at a moment’s notice…or without any notice (or apparent reason) at all. I described that habit as “boop’ming.” He also would sit at the top of the stairs in my townhouse apartment and stare at nothing. Unfortunately, Honker crossed the Rainbow Bridge far before his time, no thanks to careless internal stitching by a vet during surgery, which later ruptured.

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