Ginger Kitty was a street walker for the first year and a half of her life. I found her by accident in the window of a pet food store on view for adoption. I was halfheartedly looking for a cat to adopt, but didn’t even see her in their window when I wandered into the store. I’m a sucker for an orange tabby.
She was thin and shy. Very wary and not at all affectionate, but there was something about her that struck me.
This was a few years ago now. She’s still wary and not terribly affectionate, and many days I’m not entirely positive she likes me. But she’s a funny kitty.
She was such an incredible sport about the move across the country. Really, until we broke down, she was pretty happy. After that, she started expressing dissatisfaction, but was amazingly tolerant of the whole process.
Moves within moves and different situations have really tested her. Each making her appreciate the life I offer her more and more. When I travel she is downright affectionate upon my return. Just one more reason to travel.
When life throws us a curve ball, she manages to let me know that she more than tolerates me. When I’ve been sick, she has curled up with me for hours, when normally she sleeps in another room. As we are boxing and moving, we are all a more than a little stressed out. Last night when I couldn’t sleep, I went and found her in another room, carried her back to bed with me, and let the purr-box help me relax. The amazing thing is she stayed with me, most times this will last about a 2-4 minutes. This night, she settled in on my chest, and stayed with me for 2 hours, until Coe made us go out.
As I sit an write, she is curled up with me again. She know when her mama needs a little extra love.
I have a coworker who is afraid of animals. She’s in a wheelchair and her mother is encouraging her to get a service dog. The problem is she is terrified of dogs. Not just dogs, but cats. Really animals of any kind send her into a panic attack.
Having had pets of all sizes as long as I can remember, this is unfathomable to me. My kids bring me such joy and hours of entertainment. They also drive me batshit crazy at times, but that is so hugely outweighed by their unconditional love.
Ginger does this adorable rotisserie thing in front of the fireplace in the winter that always makes me giggle. It’s no wonder so many of us get sucked into hours of silly pet videos on YouTube.
These photos have been posted before and that alone demonstrates how much I enjoy these guys. I have almost more pictures of them than I do food.
This is now the awesome rotisserie kitty.
My friend Kristin had someone tell her once “when I die, I want to come back as one of your pets because they live such spoiled lives.” Isn’t that what we as responsible pet humans are supposed to do? Treat our pets as members of the family, because that’s what they are.
Well, in my house, my pets are my children. I opted out of breeding more humans because the planet is full enough without me adding any more. But today, sadly, my household became one member smaller. Eliot (or Monster or Smelliot) was 14 and had stomach cancer (arthritis and a thyroid issue it turns out as well, but he never complained, so who knew). He put up a good fight, brave little monster to the end. But this morning, he woke up and said he had had enough.
Cross-eyed and bow legged he was adopted as a foster kitten from the local emergency vet clinic. Poor neglected middle child for most of his life, but loved his little sister Coe. When Peitre (big fat orange ruler of the roost) moved on, Eliot’s purr-sonality shone through and became quite a lover and a talker.
My awesome, supportive friends helped me celebrate his life. So here in a small pictorial, I celebrate with you.
I raise my margarita to my monster and the good long life he lived…