Ginger

News Flash

2010-12-04T07:05:00.000-08:00

So, a lots of things have happened since I last wrote. First, the woman and man, who I now call mamma and daddy, found a mother cat and her kittens. I smelled her, the mama, and she smelled like another kitty, so I went and sniffed Wanda, my sister, and no, it wasn’t her, and I sniffed Penny Candy, my other sister, and it wasn’t her. Then, she kept going out to the garage and taking food, water, and more food. I sniffed at the door and heard her talking to the mama cat. “Here,” she said, “eat and drink, you’ll feel better.” I thought the mamma cat must be sick. I waited but didn’t get to see her. Later, when the mama and daddy were talking, I heard what happened. The mother cat had five kittens, two had died. The other three were in bad shape. The mother cat had blood on her and was too weak to clean herself off or even eat. I heard the man say, “we don’t have money to take them to the doctor.” So, every hour, the mama went to the garage, and worked with the mother and took strange little bottles with her and fed the kittens. The man went too. Sometimes, she mixed karo and salt together in warm water and back out she went to give to the mama cat. After a few days, I heard the mama say that the mama cat was doing better, eating on her on, and feeding the babies. There was a runt to. She wasn’t eating well, so the mama fed her with a bottle and took care of her special, like she did with me. When the mama cat was strong, and attached to the mama, she the daddy brought them into the house, to the mama’s office and they closed the door. Sometimes, I could sniff under the door and the mama cat sniffed back. Penny and Wanda were crazy, trying to see what was on the other side of that door, but I knew. One night, when everyone was sleeping, the woman took me into the room and let me see the babies. They were so tiny and they meowed with their entire face. The mama cat, who is now Kitkat, hissed at me. I got my feelings hurt. I just wanted to sniff them, but she said, mewooooos, which means, get away.

Then, the kittens and Kitkat liked me and they all came out of the room and walked around. The kittens started eating food and still sucked and then one of the mama’s friends took the yellow kitty and another friend took the runt. So, then we had one kitty and the mama cat, who kept getting fatter and fatter. One day, the woman took Kitkat away. She said, say bye to Kitkat, she is going to live with the kids. I know what that means. She won’t be back. So now we are Me, Penny Candy, Wanda Sue, and our new baby sister, Cinnamon Sunday.

Just last night, the daddy said, “I’m so happy Kitkat is gone.” The woman said, “Me too. Her poop really stunk.” Then she added, “She seems to like living with the kids.” The man said, “Yep, she is right at home.”

So for Christmas I want all the outside cats that don’t have a human to love to be found. I want them all to be warm and have full bellies, and get lots of pets, like us.

The End. Oh, I forgot, remember when the doctor told my mama that I am almost blind, and that I am mentally challenged? Well, the mama says mentally challenged cats are often starving on the street cause the humans don’t like cats that are not perfect. She then said that no matter what, Ginger, that’s me, is the smartest and most beautiful cat in the world. Am I lucky or what? But then I keep forgetting that the doors might be closed and I run into them and bump my head. Also, the other girls, my sisters, keep playing mean tricks on me.

news

2010-06-27T15:38:00.000-07:00

It has been a long, long time since I wrote. I’d say it was because I’s having a lots of fun, but that is only a little bit of why I have been not on here. The main reason is the woman has been busy doing conferences and studying for the comps stuff. And, she is teaching a lot of extra classes and doing a lot of work with kids. I don’t like the kids. They are unpredictable.

I have another new sister. Remember Penny Candy? Well, she is big and at Christmas, the woman rescued a cat that was abandoned, . That means, mean people just left her. Yeah, they’s real mean too cause she is always afraid that peoples will hit her and not feed her. She covers her food with the man’s socks and the woman said it was cause she was not sure there would be more food. That’s silly, the woman always feeds us and would never hit us. She only has fur rubs and scratches for us. The new cat’s name is Wanda Sue.

So, we gots this new kitty and she is grey and has blue eyes and is a little older than Penny. The woman got them both fixed and then we had to go for more shots and checks up. That’s when the doctor said he thought I was different. The woman covered my ears and he said that Ginger is mentally challenged and partially blind. The woman says that makes me special and all the more reason to love.

Something else new is that the woman says when she finishes the PhD work, we are moving far away. That we’ll live in a big city and there will be cold wind and lots of snow. Or, she says, we might live in the hot desert where there are tall prickly trees and hot sun. I cannot wait to have a new home. I think the mice in the new home might be more friendly than the mice here. Penny can catch the mice and she lets me sniff them and play with them. The woman still screeches.

Oh, then Penny, Wanda, and I were in the garage and a snake came under the door. I didn’t see it, but I head the other girls chasing it. Then Penny caught it and was trying to eat it but it kept slivering around and she would jump. I got real close and saw it and it was all wiggly and I tried to touch it. Then, the woman picked it up with the dustpan. That was the end of the snake adventure. The woman said, girls, you cannot eat a snake. She is good to have outside where she can catch mice. And then she let her go out side under the bushes. Penny meowed and meowed. We never get to eat live food. But, the woman said a crazy man at a live shrimp.

Where there's smoke

2009-10-24T06:08:00.000-07:00

And so the woman brought in big thick and thin sticks of wood. I smelled them and they made me excited. I think I smell birds on them and squirrels. My sister, Penny, went nuts. She tried to climb up one that was leaning and it rolled. Then when the woman was starting the fire in the fire place, the kitty tried to get in and the woman kept saying get back. I am a big girl and know not to play with fire. Then, smoke started rolling out of the fireplace and the woman moved the logs so the fire would go out and then the smoke was making her cough and I was scared for her and then she got our carrier and then she put us in and then she took us to the car and then she went back and opened all the windows and then I was afraid she wasn’t coming back and that the smoke would eat her and I couldn’t see and Penny was crying and I was trying to make her stop and then I hear the woman and she is in the car and turns the carrier around and she is breathing hard and loud and she uses her white breathing thing and says, what the fuck. So, we sat in the car and she let us out of our carrier and we sat on the dashboard so we could see and waited for hours. She called the man and said she smoked the house all up and that the fire alarms were going crazy and she couldn’t breathe and was trying to get the girls in their carrier to get them outside. She kept saying we’re fine. I’m fine. Don’t come home. Then, she read, we played, and finally she put us back in our carrier and we went back inside. That was our late afternoon and evening. The house still smells like burned oak, but there is no smoke.

Enough is Enough

2009-10-09T04:58:00.001-07:00

Penny is really a pain in the butt. She does all these really bad things and I get in trouble for. Like she plays in the litter box. The woman will clean it and make it all nice and fresh and then Penny gets in and starts slinging the litter stuff everywhere and onto the floor and the woman says, Girls, that means me too, quit making such a mess. See, I get the blame too. Then, she spills the food bowl and splashes in the water bowl and knocks things off the cabinet. Well, I admit that I sometimes do that too, but I don’t knock off breakable things, she does. And, she tries to get my warm spot by the woman . So, yesterday, she kept being a brat and so I held her down and then she got loose and bit me on my lip and my ear and so I got really mad and so I held her down and ate her belly with my teeth. She laughed at first but then she cried and I let go and the woman said, Ginger, don’t eat the baby. I wasn’t eating her, I was biting her and hurting her for all those times that she hurted my lip. When she bites my lip, the woman never says, Penny, don’t bite Ginger’s lip. No. So, having a baby sister is not all that is built up to be. Plus, she keeps trying to bite my titties. Why does she do that?

We are a big family

2009-09-12T08:40:00.001-07:00

For my birthday and the welcome of the new kitty, the man and woman got us this great big climbing sleeping thing and we can scratch it without getting fussed at. And, we got new toys that we can chase and balls we can roll and I love living here. Oh, and the woman got us some more catnip and I like that. The baby kitty, well, she is good. We bathe together, sleep together, and play together. It’s nice when I’m here by myself with the woman and man leave to work and I have the baby to play with. Plus, she is warm and snuggly. Sometimes she bites my lips and my ears and I have to hold her down. The other day, the woman took her to the vet and when she came back the kitty was crying and I cuddled her. Then the woman said that we both go in three weeks for our boosters and for nail clippings. I don’t mind nail clippings. All the doc does is gently cut the sharp point off. One time the woman painted them red and I didn’t like that and tried to lick it off. The woman said that was big mistake, so she hasn’t painted them again. Soon, we get to play on the back porch. I like that too.
I am now the big kitty and the baby is the little kitty and we are both sweety.

Penny Candy

2009-08-20T09:32:00.001-07:00

So, the woman took the kitty away. I heard the kitty crying and saw the woman carrying the box that she puts me in to take me places. Then, I took a nap and she came back with the kitty and said it was okay for the kitty to really meet me and that the kitty didn’t have bad diseases. So, she let the kitty stay in the carrier for a little while then she opened it and I saw it and smelled it and ran. Once the kitty started running and I chased her and tripped her. It was fun. But then the woman said be careful.
I didn’t like the kitty at first cause it so loud and cried all the time but then I liked it and gave her a bath and cuddled her for a little while. I think the kitty is fun. Now if the woman would just give me my mouse back.
So, the kitty’s name is Penny. Penny Candy.

Small Things

2009-08-17T03:38:00.000-07:00

I like chasing crickets and pushing them around and holding them down and biting off their legs. It makes the woman squeal, no kitty. I also like mice. I like to stalk them and stare them down and wait for them to sneak out from under the stove, and I chase them. The other night, I caught one and the woman was reading and the man said, what has she got, and the woman said, whore doll, and the man said, unless whore doll grew a tail, I don’t think so, then I ran to give it to the woman and when I jumped to get in her lap and give her the wiggly mouse, she screamed, oh my god, she has a tail hanging out of her mouth, get it. The man, laughed, and I dropped my mouse at her feet and she went nuts. (I’ve said, she has issues). But, when I dropped the mouse, it ran and I chased and caught it and it was fun. But, the man took that mouse and put it outside. Then the woman said, I’m putting out poison. I don’t care about PETA.
Then, they left and were gone for hours and I was worried but when they came home, they had a carrier, like mine, and inside was this little squeaky thing, and I thought, yeah, they brought me a mouse, and I ran down the hall. They put it in the spare room and I tried to look under the door and could barely squeeze my paw under and I meowed and then I heard it: a kitten. A tiny kitten going meowwwwing and the woman holding it and snuggling with it. The man went in too and they said, no Ginger, you stay here. So, all weekend, I’ve had my nose to the floor trying to catch a glimpse of this new kitten. The woman said, after we know that she doesn’t have diseases, you can meet her. Where did they get this kitty that it would have diseases? EWWWW.

It's hot

2009-07-09T05:05:00.000-07:00

The woman keeps saying that I'm getting a sister. What's a sister? The boy has a sister and she screams a lot. Am I getting one of her? I wish she understood me. I don't want a sister. I want tuna. Yeah, a lot of tuna in the bowl by my water. She said the sister is tiny and still has its eyes closed. Well, why would she want something that doesn't open its eyes? She said that she thinks that the sister will keep me company; I have Bell Bear and Whore Doll and the mouse under the stove. Why does she have to bring a screaming sister?

Oh, I have fleas and the woman is so mad. She said the flea medicine doesn't work and now the baby, that's me, has allergies again. She cut my hair where I itch and put the medicine on my skin so that I don't itch. It works but she keeps looking for the fleas and makes me hold my head down or up or over to the side, then she lifts my tail and looks at my butt for fleas. She's obsessed with fleas.

The pillow is soft. I think I'll put my head down for just a minute. Yawn.

It jumps

2009-06-27T06:55:00.000-07:00

So there was this giant thing in the floor and it hopped and hopped and I chased it and caught it and then it got loose again and it hopped and hopped. The woman screamed for the man and he came and caught it and put it outside and the woman said, kitty, we are civilized here and we don't eat insects. I am watching the door incase it comes back in. I will eat that insect.

Fur is sure sticky

2009-06-08T11:31:00.001-07:00

The man and the woman took off and left me alone. That’s right. I’s alone except for the woman’s friend. She came and petted me and made sure I had food and water. So, when the woman and the man came home, I let them know how sad I was that they were gone. I bit the woman’s hand, I tapped the man’s foot, and then I snuggled and let the madness go. Today, I’m on the screened back porch watching the birds and thinking how easy it would be for me to snatch one out of that tree. Sometimes, I hiss at them and other times I meow. The woman says, it’s okay. They won’t hurt my baby. Ha. I eat those birds, if I could.
Whoops, gotta go. I think I hear a mouse.

I like a lot.

2009-03-31T09:25:00.000-07:00

I think I've scratched again. The woman is putting powder on my head and reminding me that I'm not supposed to scratch and she is saying I need my nails clipped, something she won't do, so I gots to go to the vet. I like the vet, but I don't like going away from the woman.

I like bubble baths. When the woman gets the tub full of bubbles, and gets in, I like to swat the bubbles. One time I fell in and got all wet. I like the shower too and sometimes stick my head in and chase the water coming down.

I also like the woman's lap and the man's feet. Both are nice to sleep on and they don't wake me up. I like the whore dolls, and think I need new ones, since I've eaten the faces off. I like the woman's shoes, but she says no kitty. I also like the lap top and when the woman writes, I cuddle with it and sometimes swat at her hands when they go every where.

I don't like the flea medicine that she puts on my neck. It makes me feel bad for a day or two even if she says and the vets says it's harmless. I don't like popcorn, it sticks in my mouth and taste bad. I hate the cold weather cause then I cannot go out on the back porch and watch the birds building their nests. I wish the screan weren't there and I could chase those birds.

Kids and Kitty

2009-03-26T05:34:00.000-07:00

The kids were last weekend and they had been gone for a long time, like three weeks or something. They both ran and chased me and I chased them and hissed, I hissed a lot. When I hissed, the Baby cried and the Boy laughed. The woman would say, Kitty, don’t hiss at the Baby, you hurt her feelings. Well, funny how when the kids are here, I am not the baby but Kitty and the bigger I get, and the Baby is getting bigger too, the more I get fussed at. Plus, the Baby sits in the woman’s lap all the time and I cannot get there and so I hide beside the chair and swat at the woman’s arm until she looks down and I meow all pitiful. So, at night when they all go to sleep, I curl up on the woman and if she turns over, I find a new place on her to curl. When the kids went back to their house, I got in the woman’s lap and did not budge and she scratched my chin, and rubbed my back, and I even let wash my face with a damp cloth—something I really hate. This week, the big boy is coming. His feet stink and he eats all the time. The woman said he is hitting puberty and we need to give him room. Room for what?

Oh, and I forgot, I've been hanging out on the screened back porch and there's a feral kitty who comes over and puts her nose on the screen. The woman is feeding her. I want to play with this little kitty and be friends, but the woman says she is wild and if we do catch her and keep her, she has to go to the vet and get shots and flead and wormed and all of that. I hope I see her today.

Going to the doctor, again.

2009-02-13T04:15:00.000-08:00

I had to go to the hospital. I’m allergic to fleas. The woman takes pride in keeping the fleas off of me, but one must have found its way on and bit me. Anyway, I itched and itched and scratched and scratched and then she put medicine on it and tried putting booties on my paws to stop the itching, but that didn’t work. So, she called the vet and he made an appointment.

I tried not to get in the carrier, cause I know when I get in there something bad is about to happen. But, she tricked me by throwing whore doll in and I followed and then she took whore doll out. She said she didn’t want the doctor to think we were letting our baby play with misogynistic toys.

Anyway, then we were in the car and I cried and then we were in the office and I cried and then we were on the examining table and I hid under the woman’s arms. The doctor said that I had to have shots and stay overnight for treatment cause I am real allergic. So, the woman was sad and said but she doesn’t have her pillow or a soft blanket and the doctor said she could go home and bring something back and the woman said, I’ll leave my shirt and she went into another room and took off her soft t-shirt that I like so well and put it on the table and I snuggled on it and then that doctor gave me two shots in my hips. Ouch!

The woman left and I thought I’s never going to see her again and I’s glad she left me the shirt.
Later, they gave me a shot that knocked me out and then they shaved my hair off of my neck and put a lot of medicine on me and gave me more shots and when I woke up, the woman was there. I meowed and meowed and even when the doctor was talking to her and telling her how good I was and how much better I was and how it wasn’t her fault, I meowed and the woman said, baby, shh! But I couldn’t shh. Not on the way home, not when she put the carrier on the bed, and not when I ran through the house looking for whore doll, and not even when I sat on the litter box. I meowed and meowed.

Where's my lamp

2009-01-31T06:23:00.000-08:00

The woman left. I knew she was leaving when she got out of her pajamas and loaded her big bag and laptop into the car. Every time she came into the house to get more things, I attacked her feet and said, what about me. Then she said that’s it. She said by to the man and then petted me and kissed my face and said Daddy will take care of you. Then she left. All that day, I checked the room for her and looked out of the window and then that night she was still gone. I found the man and slapped his foot and he gave me some ham and then I jumped into his lap and went to sleep. The next day, I thought she would be in her bed but she wasn’t and I cried and searched and the man kept telling me that she will be back; but when? Then I just went to bed and was sleeping and dreaming and having fun in my dream and I thought I was dreaming about her because I felt her pet me and heard her say there’s my baby and then I opened my eyes and she was there and I meowed so pitiful to make her feel bad that she left me. Then she said, look, baby, I have a treat for you and she gave me a little toy mouse. Also, another whore doll and she bought a very ugly lamp that has a base like a rabbit. She said to the man, it was only twenty dollars and it will look good sitting on the table next to Bell Bear. Bell Bear indeed. I bite his ears. A lamp just for Bell Bear—he isn’t even real. I only got a plastic mouse and a used whore doll. She thinks I don’t know it was used and probably in the floor board o the car and that the baby probably dropped it there. Where’s my lamp?

Now you see me.

2009-01-29T05:42:00.000-08:00

Hey, this is me. The woman learned how to use the camera and to put the pictures of me where she wants. Here, I was sleeping and suddenly there was a flash, and she said look how cute the baby is. I'm still the baby. Doesn't she know that I am a big kitty now and can catch mice, if I wanted to. I can also jump high; like on the book shelf. A baby cannot do that. Also, the woman forgets that I will be one really soon and that is like old in human years. I hope she gets a picture of me in my fighting mode and shows my tail all fluffed out and my back arched. Now that's a picture to behold.

Mine, it's all mine.

2009-01-19T05:34:00.001-08:00

So when the kids were here, the Baby wanted my whore doll and the Boy wanted my Spider man doll and they were holding them all wrong and I was walking beside them trying to take them back and the baby dropped whore and I grabbed her and ran and the baby ran and the baby screamed and the woman said what is going on and the baby pointed and jabbered and the boy, who I think is a communists, said that I took the baby’s doll. The woman said it is okay there are plenty of dolls and I think she loves me more or she would have made me give the whore back. So, when no one was looking, I took all my toys, whore doll, spider man doll, the little bitty bear, and the plastic hamburger paddy, and hid them under the woman’s bed. I stuck my head out and guarded my toys and when I heard little feet coming, I scooted things far back. Yes I did. After two days, the man and woman took the kids home and the house was quiet again. The woman’s lap was free for just me, the man brought food into the living room and when he wasn’t looking, I ate, and all is well.

I want mouse

2009-01-09T05:17:00.000-08:00

The woman had friends over and they really wanted me to let them touch me, but I played hard to get. Sometimes, I would walk real close and flop down and watch as they stretched to touch me and I’d smell them. While they smelled good, I would not let them touch me too much. Plus, I could tell the woman was getting nervous and a little jealous. Also, I was a little gassy and didn’t want to make them too sick after they ate. The woman says, kitty, you need some gas x. I close my eyes and push my ears down because I don’t think my gas is all that bad. Plus, it’s the food. Oh, and the kids are coming later today and I get to play chase the baby and run with the boy. The baby is easy to catch but the boy is real fast. I need to go and hide the whore doll and spider man so the kids won’t get them. There are just toys I’m not willing to share. Oh, and I got real close to a real mouse. I’m going to catch it, and play with it, and eat it. The woman doesn't like the mouse, and when she sees one, she always runs to the man and says it's back, we need to buy poison. I run sideways to where the mouse hides and sniff and fluff out my tail and wait. I'll protect the woman and kill that mean old mouse. I really will. She says for me to leave it alone that it probably has diseases and the man says that she is being animal classiests, whatever that means. I just want that little mouse.

whore doll

2009-01-04T03:45:00.000-08:00

I have lots and lots of toys. Most are soft and cuddly but some are big and make noise, like the big red square. My favorite toy is the doll. She’s little and has long blond hair and a bright red dress and tiny feet; she’s a miniature Barbie. The Baby got her in a thing called a happy meal. Anyway, it stays here, like many other of the kids’ toys. But, the woman calls it the whore doll. Sometimes she’ll pick it up and say, sweetie, here’s the whore doll, and she scoots it across the floor and I chase it and pounce on it and wrap my body around it. I love the whore doll. I also love Peanut, the boy’s three legged soft puppy. I eat his feet and his nose and his ears. He sits on the bed with the bell bear that I’m not supposed to play with. But, when the woman is gone, I hit that bell bear in the face with my paws and kick it with my back paws and I eat its ears. I also like the baby’s crib, her big pusher toy, and her soft blanket. Did I tell you all my fur grew back from where they cut me? Yeah, and it isn’t even sore. Gotta go, there’s still wrapping paper left on the Boy’s bed and I need to go jump in it.

Naps

2009-01-02T04:03:00.001-08:00

The woman and I take naps together. She says, come on Baby, let’s go to bed. I run down the hall after her and jump into bed before her and cannot wait until she gets in her spot and gets still, because I can snuggle real close and we sleep for hours. Sometime she doesn’t go to sleep right away and she massages my shoulders and my back. I purr and she breathes real nice. She’s been sick, but I think she’s better. She is actually doing a little house cleaning, which I love. Also, she is going outside more and even walking a little. She is even going to get the kids next weekend. Oh boy, the kids.

Something is way wrong with the woman

2008-12-11T05:18:00.001-08:00

So, I really love the woman and she is soft and treats me so well that I will never ever leave. But, she did something that makes me think she is nuts. I’s sitting in her lap and she was scratching my chin and I’s loving it and out of the blue she pries my mouth open and shoves a huge pill down my throat and wouldn’t let me spit it out and makes me swallow it. One minute she’s all nice and normal and the next she’s saying you must swallow this, you have worms. The thought of me having worms, and what is worms? Who is this woman? But, I had no choice, so I swallowed it and then I coughed a bit and ran and hid behind the fluffy man and he said why are you tormenting Kitty and I’s like yeah, at least you’re normal. And after a while, she was sitting and reading, she reads a lot, and drinking hot tea, which she also drinks a lot, and then I decided that she was just having one of those moments and it was safe to get back in her lap and so I did but I stayed far away from her arms and then she started petting my neck, sort of parting my fur and it felt so good, especially since I feel crawly things on me, and I saw this really evil looking object and it was open and I sniffed and smelled something really gross, but I thought she was normal, and so I closed my eyes, just for a minute and then I feel this wet stuff on my neck and she is saying that I, Ginger, have fleas and this medicine, more medicine, is going to get rid of them and we’ll be fine. We, I didn’t see her putting that stuff on her neck. Wasn’t the pill enough? I abandoned the woman for the man—I mean he didn’t ever put nothing on me or make me eat things I don’t like and he never said that I have worms or fleas. I think she’s just having that thing that she keeps talking about—the end of the semester melt down. Yeah, she is having a meltdown. I’ll remember her behavior to avoid future mishaps.

I'm Here.

2008-11-27T06:08:00.000-08:00

Hey,
I finally got fixed. It happened last Saturday. It was very traumatic for me. I should have known something was up when they didn't let me eat or drink all night long. Then very early Saturday morning, the woman put a soft sweater in my carrier and I crawled in, and she shut the door and took me in the car and I's thinking she was taking me back to the store cause I chewed up the edge of her new purse, or put little claw holes in the new sofa, or because I accidently scratched her foot. I cried and meowed begging her to give me another chance and then she sung that song about the rainbow and I don't think she would sing my favorite song if she's gonna be mean. So, we got to the place where dogs barked and other cats meowed and she, the woman, cried, and this other woman, who smelled funny, took me to the back. I woke up hearing the rainbow song and the woman was talking to me and telling me that she was so sorry that I felt so badly and getting fixed was the gonna make me much happier. Then, she put me in her room and I found my little castle and crawled in the hole and she left me alone except for the times she came in and put her fingers in the water and wet my mouth. Then when I started to chill, she got in bed and put me next to her and held me so I could get warm. Sunday night, I started feeling well enough to walk, but mostly, I have been sitting in her lap, getting groomed and hearing the rainbow song. I sure wish she could sing cause I bet it's a pretty song.
Happy Turkey Day....Oh, I smell things cooking and last night, I got the liver, cooked of course. and it was so good. Yummy, holiday and the kids are coming. Hide and Seek with Baby Girl is the best.

In case there's a fire.

2008-11-15T05:45:00.000-08:00

I’m learning to catch prey. When the woman walks down the hall, I run up and try to trip her, and she says sweetie, that’s me, don’t make Mama, that’s her, fall. I also like to play chase the hand puppet. The woman puts her hand under the blanket or shirt and moves it around and I attack it. She likes this game too because she giggles. Plus, when I’m tired and don’t want to play, she tries to get me to play hand puppet. Also, I like bed game. See, the woman does this thing. At night, she pulls the big top cover down and puts all the pretty pillows, the little bear, and Peanut, the boy’s three legged dog, all in a chair. So, she and the man get into bed and they go to sleep. I like to sleep with them too. Then when morning comes, she gets all fussy about the bed that she already tore up the night before. She pulls everything off and one layer by one layer, she fixes the bed back. I like to jump up before the last layer gets put back on. She covers me up and I run around under the top cover and once I bumped my head on the bed post. She says, Ginger, this is not a game. We need to make the bed pretty so if there’s a fire, those firemen will know that we are good and proper people who make their bed. That woman of mine is so funny.

Comfort

2008-10-06T05:45:00.000-07:00

These are the things that I like: Toes, I love toes. I love the way they wiggle and the way when I attack them, they curl. I also like the woman’s gowns. They are soft and warm and when she leaves them on the chair or on the bed, I fluff them up and can take a long, long nap. I also, love to sit in the woman’s lap. She pets me and talks to me and I make that little meow sound and she beams. Sometimes, I stretch up to her neck and nestle there and she puts her lips on my head. I sort of like that too. My most favorite thing is settling down between the man and the woman when they sleep. I can curl up and go into the deepest sleep and know that they are not going to let the big hawk get me.

Just another day

2008-09-10T10:00:00.002-07:00

The Babies are going to be here this weekend and the next two weekends the other babies. Where did all these babies come from? Anyway, next week, I’m getting fixed. The woman, who calls herself Mommy or Nana, depending upon who she is talking to, says I’m getting close to heat. I don’t know, it feels mighty cool to me. I have, though, noticed my paws are a little swollen. The woman says that once I’m fixed up, then I won't be so nervous. I don’t know what she is talking about. I’m not one bit nervous. Oh, and last night, I slept for an entire hour in her lap. She is really soft and her gown is the nicest material and feels so good. Sometimes, she leaves her gown on the bed and I jump up and fluff it up and sleep there all day. I also like to sit behind her laptop and watch her type. Sometimes, I jump on the keyboard and attack her fingers. She says, no, no, Kitty. (I’m kitty when I’m bad and Gingy when she wants to love on me and Pretty Baby when I meow pitifully). I know all the tricks. Oh, and today she cooked salmon and gave me a huge piece. I ate and ate and then my belly was so full that I had to stretch out on my back. I like the salmon. She put some in the cold box for us later. What a life!

I like cat nip

2008-09-07T13:08:00.001-07:00

My woman doesn’t like for me to try and climb up her legs or use her or the furniture for a scratching place, so she bought me this thing. It has a hole in the bottom and I can crawl in and hide. Plus, there are two other places where I can sit and look. The good news is that I can climb on it and can scratch it without hearing, no kitty. Also, she got me this stuff called cat nip. I really, really, really like it. She told the fluffy man that it must be like weed, whatever that is, or high karate. So, she put a little on the new platform and I rolled in it, ate it, smelled it, and wanted more but the woman said, Kitty, you mustn’t be a glutton. Remember what happened to Peter Rabbit? I’m thinking, who is this Peter Rabbit and would he be good in a stew?

Kitty meets the Kids

2008-09-01T05:36:00.000-07:00

It’s usually quite around here. The woman does her talking and I blink and meow sometimes, but mostly it’s quiet. But the Baby and the Little Boy were here. Yeah and all that talk about the Baby hurting me, so didn’t happen. She isn’t that mean. Really, she is kind of slow and I could run up to her and swat at her dress and by the time she turned around, I’s gone. It was fun. Plus, she is easy to beat at hide and seek. In fact, all I had to do was go behind a chair and she couldn’t find me. My favorite game with her was climbing. I’d climb up the chair and onto the back and sit and watch her struggle to climb into the chair and then the woman would come get her down and remind her how clumsy she really is by telling her, now Baby, you cannot climb up on the chair, what if you fell? I’m just saying…I’m the bomb at climbing and the woman never has to tell me to be careful. Now the Boy, he’s different. He runs everywhere he goes. In fact, I couldn’t really hide or out climb him. But the woman told him to leave me alone and not terrorize me and it worked. Now, the fun part of him…well, he likes to curl up on the floor and play with these really tiny cars or watch tv. So, I’d wait until he got real still and I’d investigate. I sniffed his hair and while I’s tempted to, you know, wash him, I didn’t. Plus his toes are like the woman’s toes, always moving, so I did the sneak attack. After the first day, I kind of liked crawling up on him and taking a nap. He’s gentle when the woman reminds him. My favorite part is that the Baby always leaves a trail of food and the boy always shares. Yep, I’m thinking the kids are much better than I thought. Oh and Sunday they did a thing called a birthday for the Baby. She had all this great paper to play with and when her mama took her and the Boy, they left the paper and the woman let me play with it. Life is great!

Outside

2008-08-29T05:39:00.000-07:00

Yesterday, I’s looking out of the big glass door. I wanted to go outside, but I’m too little. So, this big animal came in through a small hole in the screen, and it walked up to the glass door and looked at me and I ran. I found the woman and meowed, and she said, what’s wrong, and I shivered. She went into the room where the door is and saw the big animal and said, that’s just Red. He comes here for sunflower seeds. He’s a good guy. She picked me up, and took me and some seeds outside. Better eat and run, she said, the hawk is out. Then she told me that there’s a great big hawk that lives in one of the pine trees and he eats little animals and that he has already eaten the fat squirrel. Red didn’t even play hard to get. He walked right up to the woman and began eating the seeds. Keep your head down old boy, she said to Red, and then we came back inside. She closed the glass door and said you can never, ever go outside by yourself. You are too tiny and that hawk would carry you off and I’d never see you again. Then I attacked the little green ball.

Getting use to things

2008-08-27T05:50:00.000-07:00

I’m still here and still hiding but not as much. The woman says things like, Ginger you’re the cutest little girl in the whole wide world. I look at her and blink my eyes, which is how I say I know. I have toys too. My favorite is a big red square that is soft and when I move it, it makes a sound. It’s the baby’s toy. I like the baby’s things, especially the big soft blanket, and I also like the play pen. The baby and the boy are not here but my woman keeps saying things like when the baby is here, we have to be careful and not let her hurt Ginger. So, that means the baby must be one of those mean kids and it also means that my woman is going to take extra care of me. I have to be careful, I can get used to this.

So, last night, I let my woman pet me. She really seemed to enjoy it and what does it hurt to show a little kindness to her…I think she works very hard and needs kindness. But then, she was petting my back and it felt soooo good and then my chin, she does this thing with her hand and my chin, and suddenly, I fell asleep and she picked me up, gently, mind you, and carried me to her chair and put me in her lap and I’s right about the fluffiness of her and it was nice so I slept there for a minute.

Today, I might play with her toes. She moves them an awful lot and they are very tempting. Maybe, I’ll do the sneak attack and run. Won’t that be fun?

It's Me

2008-08-26T15:01:00.000-07:00

My name was something else but now it’s Ginger cause my woman likes that I am ginger colored and my nose is soft and cool like ginger right out of the cold box. They say that I’m about five or six weeks old but I duuno. I was born in a ditch with four brothers and one sister and my mama was abandoned there, they think, by the people who wanted her but not us. The lady at the shelter said my mama was pretty hungry and covered in fleas and ticks, but she had managed to keep us alive and herself alive, probably by eating grasshoppers. Anyway, a big man in a big truck caught us and brought us to the shelter and when we were old enough, our mama was adopted to a nice woman who wanted us too but couldn’t take all the kitties. My brothers and sisters and I went into foster care and lived with a woman named Carol. Then, one by one my siblings left to good homes but not me—I’m skittish and that makes me less premium as a pet. So, she put me in a pet store where I was on display. I didn’t like being on display cause people come and tap on the window and make faces at me. I was in my own little cubicle, but I could hear the other kitties playing and see people bringing dogs in to be groomed and I was a little scared. Also, other people came and played with the other kitties and sometimes they took them. I wanted to go, but I'm skittish, so I's pretty much left alone to play with a toy. One day an old woman came by and glanced at me and went to other kitties but she came back to me. She put her hand on the glass and I looked at it and it looked like a good hand but I still ignored her cause I am skittish. Then I heard the lady with the keys and they let the old woman in and then they took me out of my cubicle and handed me to the woman, whose name is Zelda, and she cuddled with me and I jumped out of her arms back into the cubicle, but I looked back and I think we bonded. The woman with the keys tried to get Zelda to take a friendlier kitty, and she did hold other kitties and they snuggled to her and she liked that but she kept looking at me. She asked if anyone seemed interested in that little yellow one and the key lady said no, she's not friendly. Then I heard them whisper and Zelda asked if my shelter was a kill shelter and it was and she thought a long time and said I'll take her. Anyway, she filled out papers and it took a week but finally she came back for me and put me in a new small animal carrier and brought me to her house. I was scared and ran and hid. My woman just waited. Sometimes she looked over the big box where I was hiding and gave me little bits of meat and talked quietly and clicked. I like that click and then I heard her in the big bright room with the cold box and she was putting me food in a bowl and I peeked around the corner and I saw her sitting there. I still ignored her but not the food. I think I’ll like it here. I still miss my mama and siblings but this woman, I think she might just be a good person to hang with. And there’s a fluffy man, and he isn’t allowed to be loud or walk near my bed or turn on the television until I’m ready. Hey, did I tell you that she is really fluffy too and after I make her beg for a while, I might sit in her lap and purr for her…but not too soon.