Ginger
So, we got a cat.
Her name is Ginger. Her previous owner was my boss--who in a most unfortunate turn of events suffered serious health problems which sped up his retirement and forced him to move into a rehab center for the past several months. During that time Ginger has lived basically alone. She had someone who would come and feed her daily and spend time with her once a week, but for all practical purposes she was on her own.
Matt and I had been talking pets for, well, years. We'd talked several options, but, for a variety of reasons, the timing was just never right. And then it was. Ginger needed a home. I wanted an animal to love and care for. Matt wanted me to have an animal to love and care for. And so Ginger moved in. Or rather we came and kidnapped her from her home and took her to a strange place with strange people one dark, winter night. (I am quite sure that is how she perceived it.)
She hid behind the furnace for several days and would not come out at all. But, we took turns sitting by the furnace and petting her through the gap between the furnace and the wall and she started to purr and ever so gradually come out of hiding.
We've had her with us almost two weeks now and she is gaining confidence in us and her new surroundings in leaps and bounds. We took a nap together for the first time over the weekend. I had to nap on the carpet in the basement as she refuses to get on the furniture (which is fine by me) and is still most comfortable in the basement of the house, but still! Progress is being made. She curled up sweetly on my tummy and purred and purred and purred. She didn't move even with Matt going up and down the stairs--which had usually set her running for the furnace. Yesterday she surprised Matt and I by strolling out of the craft room when we had never really seen her voluntarily hang out upstairs before. Progress is being made. She seems to be realizing that what's ours is hers.
So, its cool. I am oh so happy and so is Matt--and based on all the purring so is Ginger. I knew I would be. I am totally a pet person--more specifically a cat person. Almost all of my life I lived with a dog, a handful of cats, and usually a small rodent or two. But, this is Matt's very first cat and one of his very first pets, really. But, I needn't have worried they get on with each other quite well. Matt seems to get a kick out of making her chase strings and the like. Ginger can't get enough petting and is very quick to play--almost like she's been missing it for the last several month. So, we're a happy little trio at our place.
I'll do my best to not let Ginger photos take over the blog, but no promises.
Matt and I had been talking pets for, well, years. We'd talked several options, but, for a variety of reasons, the timing was just never right. And then it was. Ginger needed a home. I wanted an animal to love and care for. Matt wanted me to have an animal to love and care for. And so Ginger moved in. Or rather we came and kidnapped her from her home and took her to a strange place with strange people one dark, winter night. (I am quite sure that is how she perceived it.)
She hid behind the furnace for several days and would not come out at all. But, we took turns sitting by the furnace and petting her through the gap between the furnace and the wall and she started to purr and ever so gradually come out of hiding.
We've had her with us almost two weeks now and she is gaining confidence in us and her new surroundings in leaps and bounds. We took a nap together for the first time over the weekend. I had to nap on the carpet in the basement as she refuses to get on the furniture (which is fine by me) and is still most comfortable in the basement of the house, but still! Progress is being made. She curled up sweetly on my tummy and purred and purred and purred. She didn't move even with Matt going up and down the stairs--which had usually set her running for the furnace. Yesterday she surprised Matt and I by strolling out of the craft room when we had never really seen her voluntarily hang out upstairs before. Progress is being made. She seems to be realizing that what's ours is hers.
So, its cool. I am oh so happy and so is Matt--and based on all the purring so is Ginger. I knew I would be. I am totally a pet person--more specifically a cat person. Almost all of my life I lived with a dog, a handful of cats, and usually a small rodent or two. But, this is Matt's very first cat and one of his very first pets, really. But, I needn't have worried they get on with each other quite well. Matt seems to get a kick out of making her chase strings and the like. Ginger can't get enough petting and is very quick to play--almost like she's been missing it for the last several month. So, we're a happy little trio at our place.
I'll do my best to not let Ginger photos take over the blog, but no promises.
Awwww. I'm sorry for your boss's health issues, but so glad you were able to give his pet a loving home. I never grew up with dogs or cats, Mom was allergic to them. So I had the occassional fish, bird, or hamster. I got my first dog (a 7.5lb Shorkie) in October 2011. She's an absolute joy, but I'm had my fair share of troubles with her training. MUCH more work than a cat. My BF has a 10 year old German Shepard and a 2-ish year old kitty. The cat is an outdoor/indoor mix (meaning she uses the doggy door to explore & potty outside), but sleeps indoors. She's very sweet. And very pretty. The dog is sweet too, but boy he SHEDS. I love the playfulness
ReplyDeleteof dogs, but prefer the low maintanence of cats.
She is so much fun. Pets bring a lot of joy into our lives. I love that cats --and I suppose small dogs--can curl right up in your lap. I love that. A purring cat on my lap to pet while I read or play a game or something just makes me happy.
DeleteCongratulations! You now belong to Ginger the Cat!
ReplyDeleteOh and she has me wrapped around her little finger (toe?) already! But, its wonderful.
DeleteCongrats! Having a pet is such a wonderful experience.
ReplyDeleteWe are thoroughly enjoying having her in our life. She is so sweet and a lot of fun.
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