Ginny was always highly independent – the idea of going for walks with her on a lead got dropped quickly, after she turned it into a game of how to make me drop the lead, by going under parked cars or through tight spaces where I couldn’t fit, she definitely had fun, me, less so. She had some weird food tastes too, I caught her snacking on spicy crisps and once she ate a butterfly.
She also judged our new human friends on the quality of food they would bring to our house – those with fish suppers and prawn snacks would get a quick seal of approval, provided they would share. Ginny was always a memorable cat for everyone who met her – any cats getting in her face would get a swift punch on the nose and any humans who would try to pet her without looking at her and paying full attention would get a warning bite. Ginny moved in with me three days later and stayed for 16 years. She called me back ten minutes later and said “I have a cat for you” – someone called her immediately after our conversation to let her know that they are looking to rehome their young, female, tortie indoor cat. I had initially worked in a cattery for a few months and then, when I changed jobs and I had to live on my own with no cats around for the first time in my life, it only took me a few months to decide that I needed a cat in my life again, so I have called the cattery owner and told her that I am looking for an indoor cat to rehome and to call me if she hears of anyone looking to rehome such a cat.
0 kommentar(er)
