Remember this boy?
Just three weeks after capture and castration, he has a family coming to see him this week at the cattery. They live in Kent, but I don’t know which side of the Medway, so if they click – and please keep your fingers crossed that this is the right family for Ginger – he should go from being a stray on the street to a Cat of Kent or a Kentish Cat.
Becasue of the proximity of his capture to her final illness, Ginger’s fate has become in some way bound in my mind with Mother. Wouldn’t it be brilliant, if even as we grieve at her funeral, he steps into a new life as the loved cat in a comfortable home. I expect they’ll change his name, so I shall share it here now. Let’s hear it loud and proud for Odysseus Ginger Biscuit.
I love a happy ending.