It is a known fact among us cat connoisseurs that orange cats are different, and we say that with utmost love and respect. As has been well established at this point, ginger cats share one braincell. As in 1, singular, between all of them. And you, as a ginger cat owner, can never know the day during which your ginger will be the holder of said braincell. Sometimes, your ginger cat will surprise you with a bout of intelligence like no other. That will be the day that you know they're holding the braincell. And after that, the ginger cat braincell will move to the next kitty in line, and all will be right with the world again.
Still, despite how well established is it that orange cats share a braincell, we wanted our audience to give their two cents as well. Maybe they know something that we don't. Or maybe they don't. Maybe they'll just agree with us. And they did agree. And they told us some of the funniest orange cat stories ever.
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"We had some Gain (laundry soap) scented wax cubes and Lucky Lou Larry Linus managed to knock them off the shelf while we were out at work and school, and into the furnace vent. It was Winter, so the furnace was on. We came home to the house smelling *very* fresh."
"Loki is all sorts of crazy but the funniest thing he ever did takes the cake. When he was a kitten and newly adopted he tried desperately to be friends with our existing 6 year old female tuxie, Sookie. One night, while taking a bath, I glanced in the hallway to see 9 week old Loki riding Sookie like a horse. Not something you see every day. She didn't like it. Within seconds I saw an orange fluff flying backwards down the hall and a disgruntled tuxie giving me the "What did you get me in to?" look."
"I wouldn't call it the funniest thing he has done, but it sure is the oddest thing I have ever seen! I have never seen a cats tail like his! He can hold it normal and it has full range motion, but he keeps it curled forward and draped over his back."
"For my food-thief, Leo, it's a toss between the time he dove for my plate aiming for a chicken nugget, missed, grabbed the hair scrunchy that was on the desk next to it, and ran off growling over it like he'd gotten a steak, or the time he stole a piece of pizza off my husband's plate and we watched, laughing, certain he'd step on it and do a somersault like a cartoon because it was weighing his head down so much. Eternally a brat."
"My orange cat is only a baby, 8 months old, but has already got himself in some scrapes. Here he is with a swollen paw after trying to play with a bee!"
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