Ginger and I Are Just Friends
| Ginger enjoying the golden sunshine glow from the sofa. 2/22/2026 |
| "I wanna soak up the sun!" 8/2/2026 |
It makes me feel weird when people call me Ginger's "mom."
| Ginger likes to shred paper. Sometimes the bits of paper get stuck to her lips and teeth and she wanders around the house with them hanging out of her maw. Like this. 5/5/2026 |
Or refer to me as a "CatMom."
| A sheltered, cozy nook between the couch and the heat vent. 2/22/2026 |
Or label Ginger as my "FurBaby."
| Ginger on the back patio. 5/11/2026 |
I don't really like it.
| I put this bag at the bottom of the stairs....and Ginger thought, "I could sit in that." 2/22/2026 |
Other people can do whatever they want and I am happy to go along with it. If my friend tells me about her "granddog" I don't mind one single bit. I get a sense of how much this individual loves that dog. I might even use the phrase in follow up conversations with that person.
| Ginger has three water bowls inside. And yet, she loves licking the bottom of the bathrub to slurp up the water left behind after a shower. 4/9/2026 |
It feels like nicknames or prefered names to me. I don't care if your birth certificate says "James," if you call yourself Jim or Red or Pixie, that's A-OK with me. Call people what they want to be called, that's always my motto. So, similarly, if you call yourself a "cat mom," I am happy to call you that, too.
But I would not self-apply these phrases. The parental nomenclature around pets has never resonated with me, personally.
Ginger is my pal. She is my snuggle buddy. She is my roommate. We're friends and companions. I am her caretaker. We love each other. Deeply. We're Besties. BFFs!
| Ginger on the rug, enjoying some sunbeams. I thought the shadow was really cool. 4/8/2026 |
It is worth noting that I regularly use the word "baby" in reference to Ginger, as in "Ginger-Baby." But... I use the word "baby" in reference to Matt, too. It is a love-word, not a literal thing. She is NOT my baby-baby.
| Ginger using my camp chair as a hammock. 8/15/2026 |
Technically, I am Ginger's "owner," but that's another label don't self-apply. Same with "master," though that term has largely been used on dog-people and which has decidedly gone out of vouge--with good reason-- because of its racial legacy.
I get that pets take responsibility. Keeping 'em alive and fed and clean and healthy and happy. Paying for their food and doctor bills and toys. I understand why this whole FurBaby thing happens. I get it. I really do.
| Ginger patrolling the backyard. 5/11/2026 |
But. Having a pet is really nothing like parenthood though, as far as I can tell. I am not even convinced that it is "training wheels" for parenthood.
| I'm not sure who love the garden/backyard more--Ginger or Matt? It might be a tie. 5/11/2026 |
I mean, soooooooooooooooooooooo many other nuances aside, I can just put out a big bowl of food and water before saying "see ya" to Ginger for a long weekend. Similarly, I know folks who kennel their dogs during the day or put them out in their yard while they're at work 9-5. All of which would be pretty... frowned upon... with kiddos. And there are so many other similar examples.
| Another angle on the shedded paper cling-on. 5/5/2026 |
Not to mention how little I have been saving for Ginger's college fund. :)
| Ginger thought this was a gloriously golden place to clean her nails. 2/22/2026 |
Anyways, none of this linguistic msuing really matters, but, I think it is interesting. Plus, I got to round up this great crop of cute cat pictures, right?
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