Ginny's Story

How we tell it.

Since Ginny was an accomplished hunter, one had to be very careful leaving through the front door of the house or risk stepping on animal internal organs or occasionally a complete freshly killed chipmunk or baby rabbit, offered as a present.

Our sympathies were always with the deceased.

For decades prior to my arrival, there were one or two cats living inside the main house.   Chubby lived there a very long time.  She was old and fat, and frankly, I don't think she did a very good job of taking care of the family. To be fair, she never bothered me when I came into the house.  She would have had to get up!  Giggle. Yes, I can be a little catty. 

For a time, a Giant Monster called Sven also lived there.  Sven was very mean to me and used to scratch me when I came into the house to 'help' Chubby or do whatever I could to help around the house.  He used to chase me around, scratch me, and chase me back outside.  Oh well, that nightmare is gone and maybe he was just that.

Anyhow, Chubby passed away and the family was very sad.   What could I do but move into the house, after a respectable mourning period, and do what I could to make them feel better?   

For about a 9 month period, we boarded a very insecure male cat relative, Sven. From his point of view, he had just been abandoned.  Sven, the size of a small pony and built of solid muscle, had no intention of allowing another interloper in the house.  He definitely gave poor Ginny a rough time.  Sven eventually moved to Florida, under protest.

Chubby passed away after a long and unpleasant illness at about the age of 17 in Oct. of 1995.  Two days after Chubby's death, Ginny moved in.   We still don't know how she got authorization for the transition. Something about a Will. We decided to confine her to a couple of rooms and her own box.