Remembering a Ginger cat

Ginger (born 6 Oct 1997), gone but not forgotten.

  • Coming home from the Humane Society in a photocopier paper box (with Fred)
  • The first catch—earth worms.
  • The great expedition (with Fred)—walking along the fence and into other gardens. Tails held high.
  • Confusion—catching a fly and not knowing what to do with it.
  • Going though the cat-flaps at full speed—bang! bang!
  • Running into the closed ranch sliders.
  • Eating biscuits with such vigour that they explode in his mouth and go everywhere.
  • Sleeping on Lisa's head.
  • Jumping of the dresser on to the bed.
  • Sleeping in the laundry (or the clean cloths).
  • Digging in the litter tray (in the middle of the night, for what seems like ages)
  • Chasing a piece of rope around and around the garden.
  • Helping to make the bed, by playing under the sheets.
  • Sleeping on my tummy whilst watching TV
  • Trying to fit into any box (regardless of how small)—harking back to his kitten days.
  • Sleeping in Lisa's in-tray
  • Watching the world go by from his basket on the deck.
  • His tiny front teeth
  • Nudging hard when he wants-food
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