I adore that cat. She is an angel and the love we share is precious to me beyond all reason. We worship each other unabashedly.
my sweet, shy, scardy cat. The one who taught Matt that "scardy cat" as an expression is based in a reality of feline behavior. She is the one who beelines for the basement or under the bed when the doorbell rings, who comes to me when the thunder claps. The one to whom we had to prove ourselves (in contrast to Johnny who immediately loved us and was right at home). Ginger took almost a year to come around when Johnny moved in--and still occasionally has to show JD who is boss. She's kind of a prissy little Queen Bee. But she is our Queen Bee and we're going to miss her tonight in the bedtime cuddle puddle.
when I can pick her up again--can't come soon enough. I only hope her mouth feels better fast and that she forgives me just as readily. I took tomorrow off so I could dote on her and butter her up all day.
Poor sweet GingerBaby.
|All photos from January - March 2019|