Experientialist: a collector of experiences, especially one-of-a-kind.
What I thought might be a couple of weeks of light posting has turned into – an almost 2 months of no posting. Yikes!
Now I have so much to say – I’m afraid I will overwhelm everyone if I post them all at once. So, I will try to control my excitement!
Let me introduce you to Ginger.
Ginger is GIGANTIC! He is 9 years old and about 25 pounds. He is very difficult to pick up – very heavy and floppy.
He comes to me by way of my stage nephew from Brighton Beach Memoirs. I was having dinner one night with my nephew and his mom and meeting all the animals when I got a chance to meet Ginger. Ginger was fingered by the other cats as the miniature hamster eater and banished to the out of doors. His owner worried that he was not getting the attention he was used to and mused out loud that he might be better with someone else. Without even thinking about it – I said, “I’ll take him.”
I know there is some “rule” about how long a cat should stay inside before being let outside. Well, Ginger made it perfectly clear that after about 36 hours he wanted to be outside and he wanted that NOW! Well, I went outside with him and he eventually took off and I figured, he’d either come back or not. I don’t mean to sound like I don’t care – but I live in a place where chasing down a 25 pound cat is not possible.
A few hours later, he showed up at the front door – yea! So, he’s been more of an outdoor cat than indoor. Which is odd for me – but it works.
Ginger came with one “warning”, that he is leg humper. I had no idea what that meant and didn’t even think about it until one night. Ginger is not just a leg humper – he is a blanket bitter.
Ginger is not the first male cat I have had. However, my first male cat was a blanket humper and was fairly quick about it. Not Ginger. He is very dedicated and if you move your leg, watch out – he follows it – relentlessly.
So, Ginger and I were taking our time, getting used to each other, when I got a call one day. My other stage nephew decided to re-locate but could not take his cat with him. A mutual friend of ours took her in and offered to find her a home. I was the first person she called.
Let me introduce you to Graycie.
Ginger is, at the age of 9, very laid back, with a “whatever” attitude. Graycie gets in his face and tries to bully him.
A month or so has passed now and while I took Graycie on a temporary basis, I felt that it would be too cruel not to keep her now that she was getting used to me (and Ginger).
Now these too are starting to get along and it is fun to watch. Graycie will play with Ginger’s tail. They will be silly in front of each other, flipping around on their backs and purring.
Both are loud, loud, purrers and just within the last two weeks, all three of us sleep on the bed. I have become a human sandwich. The only “downfall” to this is with them being indoor/outdoor cats – I now have burrs. Everywhere. In the bed, in the couch, all over the floor, flicked on me in the middle of the night – which I mistake for bugs (you remember my BUGS don’t you?). Oh, and they also share their poison oak with me. Oh well, the price to pay for kitties!
So these are my two new buds – and I am just thrilled!