So it’s “Captain Jack Sparrow”

orange kitten

Someone is always holding Captain Jack!

Personally, I think a pirate captain’s name is entirely appropriate for a kitten who swaggered into several lives and took them over! His name was “Jett” for a day or two, but you’ll see the change when you get to the end of this post.

The new family has a final report for the end of the first week:

Well, our little love bug is doing just fine. He has the speed of a jet airplane, zooming up and down the steps, running all over the house. We’ll think he stopped and sat down someplace, and now he’s zooming off to his next destination. So my husbans came up with the name of Jett, aka Jetter-boy.

Jett immediately and subsequently responded to this name, whereas before he ignored every name we asked him about! His looks were like come on you mere humans get with it and figure out my name! With “Jett” he began strutting around.

Jett has his official napping spots, on a very old antique chair situated to be able to sit and look out onto the deck and watch the numerous birds and squirrels eating. The three girl cats have never napped on this chair- never. That’s the daytime nap. We call it ” King Jett’s Throne”. Afternoon-Evening time is on a old chair in the family room, where Jett can visit with Jack (our guinea pig). And Jett’s nightly sleeping spot is officially my son’s bed. Now, all humans have a cat sleeping with them.

The other morning I was in the twilight aura of waking up, I had a pillow over my head and cuddled under the warm covers….. but lo and behold…. and I’m BARELY conscious and all of a sudden this little Jett jumps on the pillow over my head, gets himself settled, and then…. there’s this paw sloooooowly reaching over my head, slowly making its way down to my face, and bam it attacks my nose. Followed by a full face looking down to me, as if to ask the question “what’s going on and why are you not awake yet!” OK! I’m awake now. Jett realizes this, and proceeded the do a forward flip, into a back roll and back up to patting my nose! Then he got all comfortable and decided to lick my nose… I know, I know… awwwwww!!

Jett was so pleased with himself, that he sat himself down next to me as if to say “look what I did- I woke you up!!!!” Then he realized we had not gotten out of bed yet (the alarm had another 10 minutes to go off) so with Jett’s sense of timing, he decided his best course of action would be to not so subtlety sneak under the covers and take a nap between us! At his most comfortable curl up! Ok, can we humans say “positive reinforcement?????”

Jett has fully weaned himself off of the upstairs makeshift litter and feeding bowls, to join the 3 girls down in the laundry room where their meals and litter are kept. He loves being first cat in after we do our daily cleaning and feeding. And the three girls cats must have their own time with Jett too. Seriously!

Jett is also an extremely social cat. He has to be in the middle of all of us, taking part, in the way, and thoroughly enjoying himself. He is inquisitive of EVERYTHING! Nothing escapes his attention.

Jett -Joy has brought so much joy to our family of humans, dogs, cats, guinea pig, and fish- maybe. Ok, whatever.

This evening Jett and Jack the guinea pig sat on the chair sniffling each other. Neither realized who hunter vs. prey was suppose to be. They were fine. To be on the safe side, that would only happen under adult supervision. Rule #1: No eating other family members.

Jett, is a complete joy to have joined our home. He was just one of those animals that we knew was just meant to be with our family. We frequently say no to others, but once in a while, there’s that special animal that “speaks to you” and you meet each other , lock eyes and you know it is right for all involved.

I’ll keep you posted as he matures.

Jett is the sweetest of sweethearts! We’re honored to have him join our family! It has been a good fit!

Ok, ANOTHER name change: Captain Jack [Sparrow]. Jett just wasn’t working. He is such a sweetie!! 🙂 And still chasing the vacuum.

So what else do you say about the little kitten who came from nowhere and brought little bits of happiness to so many lives? Where did he come from? How did he happen to be in my front yard? And how did he so quickly connect with the family who loves him as if he’s always been with them? I’ve been so happy to share this whole process, and I hope you’ve enjoyed reading about the audacious little orange kitten who found his forever home! Sounds like a children’s book to me!

Follow his progress through my household:

Little Orange Kitten


An Update on the Little Orange Guy

So it’s “Captain Jack Sparrow”

A Christmas Message from Jack’s Family


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An Update on the Little Orange Guy!

kitten with rubber band

He discovers a rubber band, or as his new mom says, "or for you Pittsburghers 'gumband'."

Apparently, he has accepted the home of his adoptive family as his own castle and himself as king of all who live there human and animal. What a character! He loves everyone, works on the three girl cats and bosses the—big—dogs around! I like the part where he chases the vaccuum cleaner.

Here are two updates from his new family—and thanks for the photos, guys!


Early morning:

Ohhhhhh, the little guy is so funny and the best temper! He wants to be friends with everyone. The dogs already love him. The cats are being, well, cautious. He’s actually smaller (not taller) than our pig. Keeping him seperate though. He favors Mark and Ian! They fell in love with him. Although he wants to be around whoever has an empty lap or something to play with.

kitten posing

"Yes, I am king of all I see."

Still debating names. We keep calling different ones to him, when we hold him, to get a reaction, so far he looks when “Louis” is called—with the French version. Who knows.

His stools have firmed up and he’s using litter just fine. Mark bought kitten food. And thinks we need to buy some more toys. He made him a scratch pad out of wood and an old piece of carpet. We took pics, but I need to get ready for work, so will post later.


Sara told Ian the kitten could be his special cat if he wanted, because she has three.

Later in the day:

I forgot how inquisitive little ones are. Our baby boy is into EVERYTHING! I love it. I came home from work to discover our son and the kitten napping together!!! This kitten was definitely meant to be part of our family. Still nameless, he could care less what names we are asking him to consider. I guess he has more important things to decided. Such as which dog, cat or guinea pig to attack. He just bounds up to someone and the look on his face is “you’re my friend, let’s play!” The older cats- Amber-Grace (9), Zoe (8) and Sophia (7), the later sisters, look at him as if to say “you little adolescent, can’t you see we’re the Queens of the house… now, off, go play with the mere dogs” Meanwhile Elle (12.5 and 115#’s) and Bailey (6 and 50#’s) are intimidated and whimper as if they aren’t sure what to do, so the dogs lick the kitten and he gently paws at their noses.


Well, our little baby boy is such a sweetie!!! He was MOST interested in the vacuum today, not just chasing the chord, but chasing it as I was vacuuming. He however won’t acknowledge any sort of name we keep asking him about. In the past we would always say names to each of our pets and they would at some point twitch their ears or some kind of acknowledgment, but not this guy. So obviously these humans are too dim witted to realize what he considers his name to be.

kitten with guinea pig

Observing the guinea pig.

The dogs and he are in love with each other, and he realized that the guinea pig is not of any benefit to him other than watching. I held each and let them sniff noses, and that was it. End of story. The same with the fish, visual amusement, but not enough to keep going back.

Ohmygosh can he race up and down the steps! Today he discovered how to jump in the front windows and see more birds. However, he is far too interested in comparing whose bed is more comfortable. We keep him in our room/bathroom when we are not home, when someone is home… he’s following us around and making friends with his housemates. We groomed him, and he didn’t mind having his nails trimmed. He is just the happiest, most joyful little guy and seems to want to know anything that is going on!! He found the other cats litter boxes and promptly left his little present to the girls. The one cat we thought would be mama-hen is jealous, the sisters are more open… Just the opposite than we thought. And the dogs let him play with their tails and snuggle close.Ian is just enthralled with the kitten—he tries to act so cool and nonchalant, however, if no one is looking…. he is the biggest animal lover in the world. I took a pic of him and the kitten sleeping together.

orange cat sleeping on desk

After a hard day as a kitten.


Just for reference, Ian is a “cool” 19, but he’s a cat guy at heart! Sara is 17 and loves any animal that exists.

I also noticed the little guy’s new mom changed her profile picture to one of him. Could there be a happier adoption? And could I be more pleased that I was the conduit to have found this kitten and gotten him safely to the family he was apparently meant to be with?

This is the kitten who a week ago was running around on a rainy street trying to get someone’s attention, but he was truly on a mission. I can’t wait to see what great things come of him. It’s strange that no one has yet called, though I left the signs up. It’s their loss!

Follow his progress through my household:

Little Orange Kitten


An Update on the Little Orange Guy

So it’s “Captain Jack Sparrow”

A Christmas Message from Jack’s Family


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By Popular Demand

orange kitten on floor

It really is all about me.

“It really is all about me.”

I was a little concerned yesterday. Everyone likes a lovey kissy kitten, but a ten-week old kitten is typically a tornado and not a loverboy. He must have been tired, hungry, traumatized and took yesterday to recover because he woke up last night to play solo hockey in the tub with a tiny plastic whiffle ball.

Today he’s been busy destructing my bathroom, but that’s what I designed it to be used for, aside from my own unimportant personal use.

orange kitten with wooden knob

Let's see what this does when I bite it.

We played a little ball in the sink where the light is a little better and he managed to keep the ball moving. I think it’s funny to compare his size to, for instance, Giuseppe, who fills the sink half full without any help. G and Jelly Bean together nearly fill it to the top.

orange kitten with ball in sink

Ball in the Sink

But today he owns the sink.

orange kitten in sink

This all is mine.

Of course, most of my photos look like this.

blurry orange kitten in sink

I'm going to turn into orange marmalade.

Proving again that I really am just a big cat toy, he discovered my toes first thing this morning; this reminds me of God giving Adam the spark of life from Michelangelo’s Sistine Chapel Ceiling, and indeed a little claw in my toe did give me a spark of life.

Look closely at his hip—that little gray spot isn’t a shadow, it’s actually an small area of black fur. I thought at first it was dirt, along with the black spots on his nose, but he has black freckles and that small area of black hairs mixed with the orange. That doesn’t make him a tri-color, that’s actually called “chimeric color” because, in a way, it rubbed off from the kitten next to him when they were in the womb.

orange kitten with blue toes

I really am just a big cat toy.

Little Orange Kitten

orange kitten

Orange Kitten

So I decided to see how an orange cat looked in all that mint green and white in the bathroom in addition to all those black cats.

Actually, he was staging a safe place under the spruce in front of my house, but was running back and forth across the street as my neighbor’s young children left for the bus stop.

I thought I saw movement under my spruce, not unusual, but I thought it was the squirrel. Then I realized the color was a cat, but there is at least one orange cat who visits regularly. Then I got a good look at the little guy and realized he was a senseless little kitten.

Then the parents decided to drive their kids and the kitten ran back and forth as the kids got in the car, my neighbor came out and the kitten ran across again and danced all over the porch and acted all kinds of friendly, then ran back, their car left and I ran out on my porch and called him in from under the spruce.

He ran over, ran back, hesitated a bit, but he was only playing. After all these years I’m pretty good at grabbing cats without warning and before they realize it, but I didn’t have to put on any special moves. He was nuzzling and purring in short order.

I’d guess he’s 10 to 12 weeks old, and he looks to be recently neutered, so he may also be a recent adoption. He still has his baby teeth and his tail has that slender pointed shape typical of kitten tails. He diligently used the litterbox first thing and has been eating up a storm, but kittens always do. It’s been wet and messy outdoors but he doesn’t look too dirty.

Does it look as if he’s made himself at home already? He is an absolute love, very affectionate and already loving a lap. I would guess he came from a home with young children judging by the way he ran after the neighbor kids.

I put signs up on the telephone poles, let the local police know, and posted him on the shelter websites. In a bit we will go to the vet to scan him for a chip. I’ll talk to the neighbor kids too. They always know all the animals.

In the meantime, he’s fun to visit in the bathroom. But, no, I don’t need an orange cat.

Follow his progress through my household:

Little Orange Kitten


An Update on the Little Orange Guy

So it’s “Captain Jack Sparrow”

A Christmas Message from Jack’s Family


All images and text used on this site are copyrighted to Bernadette E. Kazmarski unless otherwise noted and may not be used in any way without my written permission. Please ask if you are interested in purchasing one as a print, or to use in a print or internet publication.