|Orange Kitten, 2009|
" A kitten is, in the animal world,
what a rosebud is in the garden. "
First, there was Orange Kitten back in 2009. She was our neighbour's kitty three doors down. We eventually learned her real name was Squirt, but she was always Orange Kitten to us. Orange Kitten loved to visit; she'd climb our trees, snooze on our deck chairs, and play in the flowers. She was so sweet and cute that we loved her instantly. Eventually she and her family moved away, but I have never forgotten her. I still love to see her playing in the liatris on the video below.
Then, some years later, we met another orange cat, a marmalade, as they are sometimes known. It was a couple of summers before we finally learned where she lived and that her name was Ziggy. She tended to visit only in the summertime and used to come into the garden where she'd look for Rick, who was most often working in the yard.
Ziggy is gentle and has the softest meow. She'll tap you on the arm when she wants to be petted. She is also highly entertained by the family of mice we know live under the neighbour's garden shed behind us. All that fallen bird seed, of course; they must think they live in paradise with all that free food. So with tail a-swishing, there's a chase under the shrubs and
around through the plants. Miss Ziggy is one well fed cat so we don't think she bothers to actually catch them—thankfully, we've never seen telltale signs—but of course, there's the fun of the chase.
It all adds to our own amusement as we relax on the deck. She did give the resident squirrel a fright one year. We always tell him he's a silly lad to let his tail hang below the feeder, because in fact, one day, I think it was Ziggy who did a flying leap to try and catch that tail. Fortunately for Mr. Squirrel, he was fleet of foot and escaped by a hair. And now, Ziggy is too portly to do such acrobatics and flying leaps into the air. Still, we warn Mr. S to keep a tight rein on his tail if he knows what's good for him.
|Jock VI, photo by Rick, 2016|
"Only one thing lack these banks of green —
The Pussy Cat who is their Queen."
SIR WINSTON CHURCHILL
Then we took a trip to England in 2016 and that's where we met Jock VI when we visited Chartwell, the home of Sir Winston Churchill and his family. There's a whole story about Jock. For Sir Winston's 88th birthday in 1962, Sir John Colville gave him a ginger cat with a white chest and paws. Named Jock, the cat became a favourite, often found on Churchill's knee. Churchill even took Jock to his London home at Hyde Park Gate when he traveled there from Chartwell.
When the National Trust opened Chartwell to the public in 1966, Churchill's family requested that there always be in comfortable residence a marmalade cat named Jock, with a white bib and white socks—in honour of the first Jock, who outlived his master by nine years.
And so the day came when we arrived at Churchill's old residence to find Jock VI wandering like a free spirit around the gardens. He looked a lovely cat, but stayed well away from the many visitors and their feet, who were also wandering the grounds that day.
We recently learned on Twitter that Jock VI had been growing blind and was finding life at Chartwell difficult. He recently retired from his official post as the marmalade cat in residence and now lives out his life comfortably elsewhere. Which meant the search was on for a new Jock.
|Jock VII, photo from Chartwell Facebook page|
" It is impossible to keep a straight face in the
presence of one or more kittens. "
CYNTHIA E. VARNADO
A six month old rescue kitten is now being trained to take old Jock's place. Previously known as Sunshine, he is now officially Jock VII. Isn't he a darling? It is said that "Jock is settling into his residency and has developed a mischievous character. His favourite pastimes are investigating what the gardeners are up to and trying to persuade people to give him snacks. He also likes lots of cuddles on the sofa after an eventful day." I want to go visit him!
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And so, that is my swish of a 'tale' of four marmalade kitties
who have wandered in and around our lives. Hope you enjoyed.
On that note, I'm wishing you a purr-fectly splendid day. Keep safe.
One of the kittens born on our acreage years ago was an orange cat - I did not know they were referred to as marmalade. He had a white bib also and for sone odd reason our young daughters named him Pickle. He lived to a ripe old age, while using up several of his nine lives.ReplyDelete
Pickle sounds a lovely kitty, living a ripe old age while using up some of his nine lives -- haha. Thanks, Joy, for stopping by!Delete
I do love marmalade kitties! And Orange Kitty wrestling the liatris, oh my, what a heart-melting moment you captured on video!ReplyDelete
A fun and sweet post about Marmalade Kitties!ReplyDelete
Awwwwwwww. What beautiful cats! And I too want to go visit Jock. I didn't know this story about Churchill.ReplyDelete
Your video is so darn cute! I've been reading your blog for some time now but never have commented. I don't know why because I love reading about your life in Canada. Your blog is one of my favorites. I appreciate the effort it must take and I thank you for sharing.ReplyDelete
Thank you so much, Ellen. Lovely to hear from you!Delete
What precious kitty cats! They are just adorable! Thank you for putting big smile on my face!ReplyDelete
Completely charmed by this post. Having once had a marmalade kitten named "Sunshine," I am cheering Jock VII on! Hope that you do have the opportunity to visit him one day. The kitty playing in your beautiful plant would have had me scooting him over the trail. 🐈ReplyDelete
How I love your posts Brenda, always pointing out sights and sounds to sooth the soul and in such a delightful way.ReplyDelete
Love your musings of the marmalade cats!
My stone cold heart melted a little at the sight of these cute marmalades!ReplyDelete
Awwwww . . . I love this post! I am a longtime cat lover, and the cat we have now is a sweet marmalade so these sweet faces melt my heart! 😻ReplyDelete
Bren, I love this post. It certainly brought me many memories of my two orange kitties. They were such characters, Jesse and Sydney. And, they made it delightful to be owned by cats.ReplyDelete
Happy weekend, Bren. Stay well
Oh, I love this post! I’ve a fondness for kitties! Never had a marmalade, though, nor have our daughters. Our kitties live long lives, the last one till he was 21!ReplyDelete
Ziggy and Jock VII are too adorable! I love cats. Have a wonderful day.ReplyDelete
I loved the cat tales and video. I didn't know about Jock or see him when I visited Chartwell in '05. Those Jocks are pretty!ReplyDelete