“Goodness! I thought you’d never notice me! Of course, I was sitting with the orange furniture. Of course, I’d rounded up all the orange toys. No, I wasn’t blending in; I was enhancing, emphasizing, highlighting my lovely Orange Self! I am a rare orange Cat Woman. About 80% of orange cats are guys. Any old guy can be orange! It takes a special Woman Cat to be orange. I am one of them!”

“See how special I look with the big Orange Cat Tower? I am so special. I am. I am Valencia. I take my name from a city in Spain – a lovely city. Valencia oranges take their name from the city, too. The best kind of oranges for orange juice. See all the stuff I know just because I’m orange and my name is Valencia?”

“I know – you don’t care much about all that. You want to know ‘Am I a nice cat?’ ‘Am I a fun cat?’ The answer is ‘Yes’ and Yes’. I am nice. I am fun. I have toys – watch me with the toys. Watch me give the ball a trip across the room. Want to see that again? Yes, I talk while I play. Brrrp! Brrp! (Giggle.)”

“I am also a Good Cat. An Entertaining Cat. A regular walking, talking, orange-furred amusement park. I stop from time to time for a bowlful of munchies – play and toys are hard work – keep my energy up – show you how special I am!”

“Keep noticing me! I am Valencia. I am rare – an orange Cat Woman. I am Fun. I tell stories. I carefully decorate your pants with lots of orange fur. When you come with your $120 to take me home as your forever Cat, I’d suggest that you not wear those maroon pants. How about some orange ones? My lovely fur will enhance orange pants. Frankly, maroon ones – not so much.”