u/After-Mammoth4334

HELLO FRIENDS,

I am in need of some expert-level opinions on my Orange (pending) Idiot Boi. Naturally, I sought the wisdom of the Orange Tribunal.

Now, I have always known Tubsen was a special boy. That is why he is my son.

His fur color even stood out among his other orange siblings. And as he grows, I feel the color has only gotten odder?more odd?... whichever.

The attached pictures feature what I'm assuming is some unusual coloring and the faces of pure, unadulterated lunacy. Some are with flash, some without.

Now, my description would be something like:

"creamy orange boy/chimney sweep"

or

"still orange, still dumb, rolled in an ashtray"

Either way, he is spiritually VERY orange.

For example, last week, in the span of 52 minutes, he dove into the open toilet (from which I had just stood) and then pulled a plant off the stand and dumped it directly onto my head....showering me like the regrets of my poor decisions.

He gave me the sweetest gift: A corneal abrasion, after discovering my face is an ✨interactive art installation✨. Such a thoughtful gift.

He screams Folsom Prison Blues from his jail cell (the bathroom) and just absolutely butchers it.

He is an impeccable specimen, absolute perfection, and I would light the world on fire for him.

Anyway: what the fuck color is my infant son? He's 10 weeks old btw. 🐈

okloveubye. 🖤🖤

I found an adolescent dilute calico outside in the cold one morning back in March. A few days later, my daughter said, "This cat is either constipated or pregnant."

She would go on to give birth to 4 orange beans and one white with light cream accents. They were born on my birthday. I slept with my head in my daughter's closet (their nest) for the first two days. I fostered the whole family. Last Wednesday, I took them all to the shelter. There was one orange girl, my best friend took her home. I cried, and I cried and I cried.

I said, "NO MORE ANIMALS!" we already have an elderly pit bull. Then I said "If we ever get a cat, it won't be a boy!"

Yesterday, I went back to the Humane Society and retrieved my son. He was always the biggest boi out of the litter. This is Tubby. His government name is Sir Tubberware The Tank (no not Tupperware idc) because he be taking home alllll the leftovers.

He makes guinea pigs noises when he goes exploring because this is his first time without his mom and siblings. I respond with similar guinea pig noises (I hope I'm using the right dialect).

Thank you for your attention to this pressing matter. 🧡🖤