After Max passed away, our remaining cat Kaylee cried every night. In heartbreaking bad timing, I went in for complicated foot surgery, so no kitty could come into the house for months.
Between the two of us, her vocalizations and the clicking of my walker, nights were noisy.
I healed up, and months later, we decided we missed the personality and wit of an orange cat, so we put out feelers for another. We got an orange rescue kitten lined up.
On the day after Thanksgiving, also our wedding anniversary, another rescue worker “seeking orange” for us called us because she’d found “an orange mush.”