Ginger, the cat

It is with a heavy heart that I have to report, that our beautiful boy, Ginger, Mr. Wiskers, little scoodgums, is no more. 

It turns out he was much older than we thought.  Given the fact that he adopted us, we didn't know. Double the years, actually.  Wow, looking at him, who would know he was already 12 years old.  And he had a kidney problem, that would kill him in a very short space of time.  We did everything we could.


From the moment we met, it was love at first sight.  He looked at me from the top of the fence, and he had me at "meow".

I didn't know who he was.  I wasn't expecting, nor frankly did I want a cat, when I moved into this flat with large garden.  I was still missing my gorgeous dog, Beardsley.  The garden just happened to be awash with cats, and I found it fascinating.  I didn't think one of them, a very very special, ginger one, would pick me out, shake me up, and make me his own.

I forgot that I used to be a cat person, a long time ago.

I forgot that I could give cat love.  Cats seem to appreciate where I am able to scratch.  And this little tiny guy, who was full of cat warmth and love, taught me how to love again, cat wise.

He was a sunworshipper.

A fighter.

A lover.

 A catnip lover.

A brother.  This is key.  They loved each other.

And for some reason, this cat and I, well, we were it.  We were the Top Cats together.

He was my crazy white-whiskered pretty boy with a passion for life and a love that cannot be matched.

He was my soulmate.

Stay tuned.  There has been a development on the cat situation.


But long live Ginger, in our hearts, forever.