A Smile a Day

I am happy to say the calendars are selling well and I am down to single figures, so if you want one contact me soon or risk disappointment. All prices etc are on the Ginger Ninja Calendar page.

A Whole Year of Ninjaness

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Pets Make a Home a Home

Amazing what pets can do. And I’m not talking about high fives, playing dead or catching burglars, though the last is pretty impressive too. I mean what they can do for us, for our well-being and happiness.

Take Romeo. The manager of the shop where Romeo is the resident mouser is something of a tough guy, yet in a few short weeks Romeo has captured his heart. He comes when he’s called (Romeo, not the manager). “Does your cat do that?” the manager asks me. “Not usually,” I answer truthfully, omitting to say that MasterB is my shadow when we are outside and amuses my neighbours the way he follows me about. The manager gives me a smile that is both pitying and superior.

A week ago Romeo arrived home limping and crying. Much consternation and he was taken to the vet. The manager missed him dreadfully. No pretty tabby with tail aloft greeting him when he arrived at work each day. After a couple of days absence, MasterB realised his persecutor was no longer around and returned to the garden with renewed enthusiasm. Today he was looking out of the sitting room window and started meowing and looking round at me. I joined him and saw Romeo in the loading bay at the back of the shop. MasterB has refused all invitation to go out.

Good for my health

Good for my health

Later I learned that MasterB’s alarm was raised within minutes of Romeo’s return. I am glad to see he isn’t limping, and I am hoping his extremities have been removed and that he will gradually lose his urge to dominate our garden and poo in high places. I’m getting a bit fed up with sluicing it away with buckets of water.

Last night there was the second of two programmes about puppies. I watched with MasterB. He really did watch, face tilted up to the screen. “Shall we have one?” I asked him. He turned to look at me. I can’t say his look held enthusiasm. “Not here,” I explained. “We could move; you could have a cat flap and your own garden. No Romeo.” Still unimpressed. “One like that,” I persevered as a German Shepherd with ears to die for came on the screen. He yawned. Continue reading

And Now For Some Good News – Gorgeous George Update

If you have followed my blog since 2012, you may well remember Odysseus Ginger Biscuit, the stray cat with an uncanny resemblance to MasterB who would come and go. The two boys would hang out in the garden, as like as two peas in a pod to look at, but with very different life experiences and outooks. Ginger’s time on the streets that had lasted at least two years of his young life had scarred him in more than body. The vet put him at about the same age as MasterB, but play was a foreign land, and he had a sad face and took a serious approach to life, scavenging where he could, snatching biscuits and naps inside people’s houses as an univited and unwelcome guest. His coat had a greasy feel, probably as a result from eating leftovers from abandoned takeaways.
Then, I managed to get him to the cattery. They had him neutered, and his good looks landed him a home in Kent. We kept our fingers crossed that it would turn out well. I wrote about it here. I haven’t seen any pictures of him since the first few days in his new home. They looked pretty promising, I posted them here.

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