The Beginning

I was born without any orange. 
My coat had no colour; nor had my collar, nor my tags.  
This was unimaginably embarrassing.

 

A bit later, my coat acquired its first hint of marmalade, 

but it was not the lovely shade that developed in time. 

Also, I looked as if I needed a better blow-dry. 

Or as if I had been caught in an electrical storm which had made all my hairs stand on end.
My ears had no pink, nor blue; I was merely a shadow of myself. 

But there was a twinkle in my eye. Which is, perhaps, all that matters.


xox Gizmo