Oh, Marmalade...or, as some of our friends like to call her, "The Real Lady Marmalade". She was a surprise addition to our little family, but honestly, how could we not take in a cat that looks like this:
Marmalade's name actually came to us on a whim. We didn't like the name Pocahontas so we hemmed and hawed over what name to give her...until one evening we were watching The Office and one of the characters--I think Michael or Dwight--was complaining about how there was no marmalade for the bagels. It was like an epiphany...we knew we just had to name her Marmalade!
I can't believe I'm saying this, because for so long Stitch was my favorite cat...but no more. Marmalade is my favorite. She's nearly two years old now and she's still tiny, compact, barely bigger than a large kitten. And she loves to cuddle. And she's just super sweet...she puts up with any and everything and I really can't imagine her biting or scratching a person. Plus she's one hell of a tree climber.
And seriously, our friends love her so much that she gets her own Christmas cards in the mail from them. No lie.