The Supporting Cast of Characters - Ginger
Ginger came to our household the first summer Farmer Jeff and I lived together. I was working on my writing at the time and Farmer Jeff was working every day for 6 weeks straight…and I needed someone to snuggle with of the feline persuasion. We had a cat, but he was a very independent GUY cat who wouldn’t be caught dead in daylight snuggling with his Mama.
One of our local businesses in town would post pictures of kittens and puppies in need of adoption, so there I went to look for my new companion. I was lucky enough to have lived with an affectionate, sweet and mischievous orange cat and am still convinced that orange cats just have an outgoing personality. The window display showed several orange kittens, so off to the cat house we went.
Since Farmer Jeff is much more of a dog person, I had him select the kitten. When we went to pick out a dog, I selected the puppy since I am more of a cat person. I spotted several different kitties I would have been perfectly happy with…but he saw this little teeny kitten with ginormous ears that just cried when awakened. Farmer Jeff picked up the little mewing kitten and said…THIS ONE. Okay…even if she has huge ears? Yep.
I went over to the cat foster home over the next two weeks until the kitten was old enough to come home with us. I would pick her up, settle on to the couch, and let her sleep on my chest, or wherever she wanted to sleep on me. I was in heaven.
We brought her home and her big brother, Callebaut, just couldn’t stop licking her. I thought he was going to eat her, but they would just end up licking each other. Callebaut would lick her belly, and she would bite, lick and scratch his nose. It was pretty cute.
Over the 5 ½ years she has been with us, she has slept 90% of the time in my arms at night…yes, under the covers and her head on the pillow. She loves to snuggle at night and she really keeps me warm!
She spends most of her life sleeping, as do most cats. Her preferred perch is a rattan shelving unit that has a perfect view of the front porch, where she can keep an eye on the kittens, and keep out of harms way on the ground. She really is quite the princess.
Ginger is a very prissy little cat that loves to be adored, which she is! When she strolls through the house on her long legs and tiptoes she reminds me of a little girl in mommie’s high heals and pearls.
Thank you, Uncle Joey, for your sweet illustration of our little princess, Ginger!