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Page 2 of Ginny's Story
Ginny's Story (Continued). |
How we tell it (Continued). |
| About 6 months after I moved in, I began to tire of the purchased cat food
and decided to try what they called "home cooking." Big mistake! Did
my stomach ache! I was bundled up in a really unnatural device, a car. The world
moves past it at high speeds. Anyhow, I was taken to a strange place where I was
poked, prodded and stick with needles. I was sick and they took some blood out! Any
of this was going to help me feel better? One or two days later, I was taken, in the same frightening contrivance, to a wonderful health spa where I was bathed, manicured, and hand fed. What a life! I even had other cats to play with. After a week, the family picked me up. Oh well, all good things come to an end. |
About six months after Ginny moved in, she became very sick. She
didn't eat for about a week and slept almost continuously. The local vet pronounced
her terminally ill (feline leukemia). This is a picture of her during that
period.
In desperation, Ginny was taken to a not so close vet who spent about a
million dollars on diagnostic tests. The new vet correctly announced that
Ginny was suffering from a more mundane condition. This lady vet (Ginny
insists on a female doctor) worked very hard to entice Ginny to eat. She's
never stopped since. Check Ginny's humor page for tips on medicating cats. |
| Not that I'm complaining but the house has a bad bird and mouse problem.
Now I don't mind helping out if they would make up their minds. For example,
I have the feeling that if I rid them of the bird problem, I will become dog food or even
worse, Sven food. It's not that they can get rid of the problem themselves. While
they seem to be able to catch the bird, they don't seem to know what to do next. I've seen
it on their hands and head but it gets away. They don't let me in the bedroom when
the bird is roaming around. This results in my loosing some beauty sleep.
Wonder why they don't let me in there at the same time?
Examples of people trying to catch bird. |
We have a very friendly parakeet that Ginny has correctly learned is
untouchable. The bird lives in a bedroom with us and generally is given free rein of the
room except during sleeping hours. At that time the bird cage is locked and Ginny
gets to sleep on the bed. A problem, that causes a little extra tension, is that
"going to bed time" for the bird and subsequently Ginny is established by the
bird. Ginny tends to only sleep and eat and would like to retire about 8PM. The bird
typically prefers sometime after 11 PM. On one occasion, I noticed Ginny flowing towards the bird. The bird was oblivious to the 1 1/2 foot gap. Ginny's and my eyes locked. Poof! No Ginny. I never saw her leave. |
| I pretty much understand that they want to keep the bird and get rid of
the mice. Still they yell at me when I bring a mouse to them or kill one. The
shrieking that goes on when I eat one is distracting. Yet, they complain I'm not
doing my job when a mouse gets into their food. WHAT DO THEY WANT FROM ME?? |
Our house is near a field. Every fall we get a mouse invasion. In
Chubby's day, especially her latter years, we were left to defend ourselves against them. Ginny on the other hand is a hunter. We have been woken many a night by a blood curdling sound. Upon investigating, we've found Ginny attempting to frighten to death a mouse. Twice I've heard a mouse squeaking back at Ginny almost as loudly. On one such occasion, Ginny looked at me as if to say, I don't get paid enough for this!" and walked away. The end of the meetings with mice end many different ways. Sometimes she plays with a mouse and then walks away. Recycling, she calls it. Other times...there is not much that sounds less pleasant than the crunching of a mouse head. |
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I am reaching an age I once thought was limited to a select few. For
most of that time, I've had a relationship with at least one cat. As I remember all
of these cats, except hungry strays, they believed that everything was an
entitlement. Ginny, in contrast, is a very grateful cat. She only showed a
temper once. The picture on the left is not staged. She brought a mouse in good working order upstairs for the family. Since the bird was still out, she wasn't allowed into the room. The mouse ran under the door, saw me, and stopped dead in its tracks. I'm sure it was thinking, now what? I was instructed by she who shall remain nameless to "GET THAT MOUSE OUT OF HERE!!" The only thing I could think of was to open the door and let Ginny in. She shot in the door, snatched the mouse up, and disappeared for a private conversation to discuss what happens when you make the cat look bad. If a cat can be embarrassed, Ginny was. The picture on the left was taken an instant before they both disappeared. I only saw one of them again. |
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