fuzzy orange, meet smooth orange
We still have one pumpkin that never got carved for Halloween, hanging out in our house waiting for Thanksgiving. Our cats are generally mystified by it, especially since I put it on the chair near the front window that gives them a view of the neighborhood, including some random other cats that occasionally wander onto our porch.
This is a shot of our cat, Ichabod, with a pumpkin. Icky was a stray kitten who was hit by a car, and then taken to our vet by some kind strangers on Halloween. The folks at the vet fixed him up, named him, and put him up for adoption–they knew we were in the market for a new cat, and called us. We’ve had him for about five years, I guess. He’s developed a remarkable resemblance to a pumpkin, at least in plumpness if not texture.