I had an orange kitty named Peanut before I met Fred. Peanut and I were both August babies. He died 14 years later...in the month of August. And that same August was when Fred was born. It was like the cycle continued and to this day, I know Peanut sent Fred to me (he knew I hated celebrating my birthday alone. Lol) I adopted Fred when he was 5 months old and loved him for 16.5 years. He was absolutely the sweetest boy. Loved people, good natured and gregarious (gotta love those orange tabbies) He taught me it was ok to be a little needy and be like, "I think you should stay here and pet/love on me", and I would, of course:) They broke the mold and burned the schematics when they made Fred (Peanut too. I've been a very lucky kitty Momma having raised two orange boys) I'm shattered and heartbroken without him every day. I spend my days wandering around my apartment missing him in his favorite spots and just sobbing. I just want him back.