After losing my 14-year-old male orange tabby, I told myself that was it for pets. Then, six months later, I saw these rescues at a local shelter. I immediately fell in love! There was another sister, an orange female, but I couldn't take on three. I was lucky to be picked to adopt two; they were very sought after, especially two orange females. I can't remember laughing as much as I have these past months. They have different personalities, of course, and each carry good and bad traits. They have been a handful, but I wouldn't trade them for the world.