Life is interconnected and so are the topics on this blog. It might be cooking and gardening one day, yoga the next, knitting and sewing, or hiking and then bird watching followed by recycling or composting. They are the parts that bring humble joy to my life of voluntary simplicity in Montana.
Saturday, July 12, 2014
Ginger: The Cat Who Stole My Heart
I still wish she was a little more cuddly, but none the less, man, has this cat stolen my heart. Its amazing how they do that--work their way in so deep that suddenly I cannot imagine not having her to greet me at the door when I get home or when I get up in the morning. Oh, Ginger.
Her little pink nose tickles my bare toes at the dinner table. She flops on her back in the middle of the living room to entice belly rubs as we pass by. She "stalks" me regularly through the house, sometimes actually making me jump in surprise. She enjoys a good moth hunting expedition. She weaves between my ankles while I sew and insists on "helping" me while I cut out fabric. "Helping" includes trying to shred tissue paper pattern pieces. She knows where all the best patches of sunshine to nap in are. She grazes on "her" spider plant on the low bookshelf near the window, gnawing the leaves down to stubs.
She protests when the windows are closed and she can't take in the fresh, interesting-smelling air. She is a fierce chaser of strings and balls. She runs when her food dish is shaken, more so when Matt sings her the "Dinner Time, Ginger," song. When we go away for the weekend she is my shadow when we get home, almost like she doesn't want to risk letting me out of sight lest I slip away again.
She loves Matt, too, but she knows that I am an absolute sucker for her so she favors me. I will stop everything just to pet her because she is watching me so sweetly--how can I resist?! She tolerates my holding her--and even enjoys it as evidenced by loud purring in my ear. But, in general she only puts up with it for a few minutes at a time. She would let me pet her--without holding her--for endless hours. Yesterday morning she sat next to me on the sofa for a record-breaking five full minutes--until Matt got up and she had to check out what he was up to. She is a very curious kitty.