My girlfriend’s parents used to have three cats who lived with them: Tabitha, Champ and Leo. I never met Tabitha, because she died right before Michele and I started dating. But according to Michele, Tabitha was really close to her, as well as a cat with attitude. “She would have put you in your place,” Michele likes to tell me. Four years later, Michele still misses her.
So for the last four years Leo and Champ were still with my girlfriend’s parents, keeping them company. I met both feline friends on several occasions, when Michele and I went to visit her parents. The cats seemed really sweet. Even though we had two cats of our own, I grew to enjoy our visits to there, because I would get to see Leo and Champ. I especially like Champ. I was told she had been the runt of her litter, but she had survived, and grew up to be a very affectionate cat.
Unfortunately, last winter Leo passed away from old age, and this spring Champ followed him. Michele’s mother May is a very sweet woman. She had been very close to both cats, and missed them both terribly. Even though May claimed she was too old to take in another cat, I could tell she really would have liked another one to care for.
Late in October, only a couple of days before Hurricane Sandy came barreling through New York City, Michele’s father found a tiny little kitten abandoned in a garage in Queens. The poor thing was all alone. He brought it home to his wife as a present, because he knew how much she missed Tabitha, Champ, and Leo. Cleaning up the cat, May discovered it was a girl. The cat was an orange tabby, so she named her Ginger.
It seems certain that Michele’s father saved little Ginger’s life, because I doubt she would have been able to survive the hurricane all alone, living in a cold garage. May started nursing Ginger back to health. About a week after the storm, Michele and I went to visit her parents. We met Ginger for the first time. She was such a tiny little thing, and was constantly clinging to May. Michele and I both had an opportunity to hold Ginger. She really was affectionate.
About a month later, Michele and I went back to her parents’ place for Thanksgiving. Ginger had been all cleaned up by May, and had started to grow. Ginger really looked adorable. She was playful, and at every opportunity was chowing down on leftover Turkey.
The last time Michele spoke to her mother on the phone, she heard that Ginger was still growing, continuing to get healthy, running around the apartment and playing with May. She seems like a very sweet cat, and I hope she continues to get well & grow. It’s obvious that May fell in love with Ginger at first sight. I know she is going to do everything she can to give Ginger a good home. I’m certainly looking forward to seeing that adorable kitty again.
(Photos of Little Ginger by Michele Witchipoo)