Ginger The Cat

Not There!

My sister Shy, is a barf-factory.  She has the most nervous tummy and leaves her dinner everywhere.  She'll leave hairballs too but mostly it's her dinner.

What gets my Momma is where Shy will choose to barf.  Shy can be standing in the middle of the kitchen floor where the linoleum will be easy to clean should one choose this location to be sick.  As soon as Shy feels the urge, she'll high-tail it over to the carpet.  Her favorite place to pyuck is under the piano where it's especially hard to reach.  My Momma will sigh and say, "Why WHY can't you stay on the smooth surface that would be easy to clean, hmmm?"

Momma should be happy this morning.  Shy has selected a smooth surface -- the middle cushion of the leather sofa.

I...will...own...you

My sisters are weird.  They're trying to be all heebie-jeebie here and scare me.  Can't scare me -- I ain't no fraidy cat.

Slippers Sentinel

My sister is sort of strange.  Every Summer she is so happy to see Momma's slippers or sandals come out of storage.  Shy loves to sleep on them.  Here she starts by just nonchalantly guarding them and then possesively holding on to one.  In a little bit she'll be on them with her face all in them.  She's done this for years -- my Momma finds it really cute.

What A Happy Day!!

This morning my Momma saw me watching something outside so she came over to investigate. It was G2 playing with a blue bead on our front porch. My Momma watched and when G2 walked his footsie was all healed! There was no limp! This made Momma very happy. You guys musta helped out with lots of good poodie thoughts.

This afternoon my Poppa was out back raking leaves. He catches a dark shadow from the corner of his eye and lo and behold! Lewis comes marching out from under the blue spruce as if he hasn't been missing for weeks! He's gotten big -- he's not all skinny. Momma went outside to make sure it was Lewis and it sure acted like him. When he saw Momma he raaaaaan over to her was all happy and rubbed all over Momma and enjoyed being petted.

Good stuff all around!

Momma is going to try to turn on commenting again. We hope the storm has passed.

My Sister, Quest

Ginger.  Pssst, Ginger?  Where did you say the cam is?

I'd Name Him 'Hoover'

I'm going to talk about an indelicate subject.

My sister Shy is a barfing machine. See, she eats her food too quickly and *spew* -- up it comes on the carpet. She gets a hairball and *spew*. She gets excited and *spew*. She's just a barfy cat. So I got to thinking and what I think is I need a pet doggy.

No, now hear me out. If we had a doggy to clean up the *spew* then I wouldn't have to watch where I step in the dark. Great idea, eh?

Unlaxing With My Sister

It was a sunny day here.  Me and my sister hung out at the window and watched the birdies and squirrels.  There was even a visitor puddy toowuh!  My Momma turned the webcam on us so we had to pretend to behave.  Shy's on my favorite perch and I'm up on the back of the sofa trying not to sulk.  I guess I can share.

Hanging Out At The Watercooler

I snapped this photo this morning.  My two sisters were sharing gossip & talking about what they did over the weekend. 

Far Away Look

My sister Quest is looking all dreamy as she lounges on the piano.  I wonder if she's thinking of far off places, good food and warm napping spots.

*mwah*

Here I think I look kissable.  I even have a beauty spot on my nose.  My sister says I look like a Connect-The-Dot gameboard.

A Warm Sunny Spot Is All You Need

Here's my sister, ShyGurl.  Doesn't she look all innocent?  She's really hard to capture a picture of because as soon as Mommy approaches Shy will dash off.  But Shy was all warm in the sunray and Momma was all stealth with the zoom.

Anybody Have Any Chocolate?

I'm gonna rent me a Rottweiler. Maybe even a Great Dane. Yeah. Maybe Sasquatch. I need something big. I want to teach my sisters a lesson about chasing me around all day. Criminey! I think one time when I was running in fear from a loud sound and ran right into ShyGurl I lost a year or two off my life. I certainly had to check my shorts anyway.

Spewing Fountain

My sister, ShyGurl, has been a spewing fountain for about a week now. It's awe-inspiring really. She eats and a little bit later she spews it back up. She thinks about eating and a little bit later she spews that up too. It's a good thing Mommy is on vacation this week because when she gets up there is a little bit of daylight to guide her down the spew-littered hall. I don't know what's up with my sister.

I think it's payback tho' for her being mean to me. For some reason Shy has been attacking me lately. It's like when I first arrived here six years ago and she wasn't happy about that. But it's been six years! I run every darned time too. Quest has been helping her. They gang up on me. *quivering lip* I dinnent do nuthin'. I ain't askeert of 'em either. I only run to give them some exercise. I like having jogging partners.

I'm glad my Mommy is home. I just go climb up in her lap and I feel all beddur.

Leaving Some Lovin'

My sister, ShyGurl, is prone to randomly barfing. She constantly leaves little presents all over the oatmeal-colored carpet. My folks think it's caused by her nervous tummy. I think it's caused by how she wolfs down her food.

Ut oh. Mom just discovered the present left in her sandal.

See, It Went Something Like This

Dear Mommy,

Big big dogs broke in to the house today. They were the ones responsible for knocking over your hallway plant and breaking the pot. The dogs determined that it wasn't enough destruction so they then proceeded to spread the dirt all over in an effort to cover their tracks. It's a good thing it all took place on the hardwood. I'm sure the shattered pot didn't scratch the floor too much. Just as I'm really sure the wilted and trampled plant will be fine with much TLC.

Once the dogs finished there they moved into the kitchen to continue their cleverness and knocked the new bag of cat treats onto the floor. I guess they worked up an appetite.

They were big scary dogs or me and my sisters would've stopped them. Really.

Signed,
Your Sweet and Loving Daughters

I'm Not Allowed On The Table 'Cuz Why?

My sister was raised in a barn apparently.  She has zero manners.  Here is her King Kong imitation on the dinner table.

Here is another view of what the Ozen table looks like.  Yes, it is short and easy easy for barn animals my sisters to get on.  Notice me lounging about in the background?

My Tummy Really Shows Here

Hanging with my brothers and watching the birds outside the screen door.

That Ain't How It's Done

My wonderful (not) sister, ShyGurl, just walked up to my Mom and opened her mouth. My Mom waited expectantly for some words of wisdom or love or something. Shy then proceeded to barf at my Mother's feet.

She Marches To Her Own Drum

The other night I took this picture of my sister.  You might have to click on it so the big one opens up to see.  Shy will hop on the bed, look at Mommy and meow and do this...over and over.  What is she trying to tell Mommy?  But Mommy almost always says the same thing to Shy -- "Oh Shy, you look so innocent and sweet.  What is that you say, Timmy is in the well?"

I find it interesting to watch her face here as she stares so angelically at Mommy.  Where is that mean face she makes at me when she's chasing me?  Where is that sneer she gives me when she bats at my head as she saunters by?  You don't see that here, do you??  Noooo, looking at this face you would never ever suspect that she is a meanie!

It Was Peaceful

Okay ShyGurl, I'm not amused.  This is my nap area.  Too weird to be this close to you.

I'm
not
amused.

I'm Not The Only One

Just so you know, I'm not the only one snoozing today.  How does she make her eyes disappear like that?

Let Us At It!

Ooooowuh!! Me and my sisters are stalking something that sounds really really big under the kitchen sink in the trash. I'm up on the cupboard looking down on it and my two sisters are on the floor...watching...waiting.

We want Mommy to open the cabinet door but Mommy looks kinda scared. She actually put something heavy against the doors to keep it shut especially after the thing started making Dig-At-The-Doors sound.

We can take it on!

Quest-a-dilla

My sister Quest is shunning me.  Isn't she purrdy?

Quest, I'm sorry I'm so much better than you at Hide-and-Seek.  Don't be mad.

Let The Games Begin!

My sister Quest & I were playing Hide-and-Seek earlier tonight.

I won.

Zzzzz

It is eerily silent in the house.
Except for my sister.
She is over there sleeping.
And snoring her fool head off.
I didn't know felines could snore so loud.
I knew dogs did.
But I thought we were a classier bunch?
And don't even get me started on humans.

Monsters In The Backyard

 
My sister Quest and I are driving my mommy crazy.

My mommy is at work and can see us on the web cam.  For the past 45 minutes, Quest has been alternating between looking out one window into the backyard.  She's been sitting there forever just staring out into the backyard.  So still...so long.  Mommy even checked the clock in the corner of the cam window to make sure it was still ticking away.  When Quest is not there at the one window, she is racing over to the adjacent kitchen window and staring outside.

I have been sitting high up on one part of the kitchen counter staring into the backyard...just watching.

My mom is beginning to wonder just what in the hell is in the yard??

OMG, YOU SHOULD SEE WHAT'S OUT THERE!  I wonder if it will want to phone home.

*kabam!*

So there I sat today, minding my own navel. Yes, I believe I was actually bathing. A girl has got to keep gorgeous, doncha know. Anyway, I was not hurting a soul when out of no where my chubby hairball of a sister charged me! It's not that I'm afraid of her mind you, I just feel she needs to exercise so I willingly jog a few laps with her. I wonder what gets in her craw and makes her do that?

Speaking of sisters. My other sister, the kinder, gentler one? Someimes I don't think she's the brightest. This morning at 3:57 AM, yes AM -- she followed Mommy around and yowled. YOWLED! This made my Mommy mutter a few times. Doesn't Quest know that you should never bug Mommy before the coffee is made?

Why couldn't I have been an only child?

*huff* *puff*

So yesterday morning, there I was minding my own business. I must've looked at ShyGurl wrong because for no reason she charged me and chased me. She does that, she's just plain old grumpy. I hate it when she chases me down the hall, into the living room, around the bend into the kitchen and across the family room. Well, I knew my Mom was watching on the webcam so I ran across the room, straight up onto the desk and stood there under the cam. HA! My Mom will protect me! Sure enough ShyGurl stopped chasing me.

When my Mommy got home she asked me about that incident. She said she saw me running as fast as my little feet would take me, my brow furrowed and my mouth a panicked little 'o' and heading straight for her. She said from her vantage point behind the camera, it looked like I was leaping into her lap. I told her I wasn't askeered, nope I wasn't askeered and running for my life. Why ummm, no! ShyGurl was my jogging partner, yes, that's it.

My Older Sisters

Let me introduce you to my older sisters.  Here are their pictures.

   

They came to the family at something like 5 or 6 weeks of age.  They were feral kitties and captured in a coworker's yard. A coworker with my Daddy that is.  Not me.  I don't work.  That was back in 1994.

Quest.  She is definitely the nicer of the two.  She's very dainty in her movements.  She's also very talkative.  See, my sisters are part Siamese -- at least we think so because they had a brother that looked absolutely Siamese...except he had long hair.  Quest often sings very loudly -- my Mommy thinks Quest is yelling at her.  Quest has a weird thing that she does.  She loves to lick plastic bags.  Her favorites are those regular ones you get at the big Crunchy-Goodness place.  She licks licks licks like she's on crack.

Shy.  She is definitely the meaner (to me) of the two.  She's very aggressive in her movements.  She walks like she owns the room.  But she is the biggest chicken when it comes to outsiders, or even my people!  She'll often run if my Mommy heads across the room even in the remotest way towards her like she thinks my Mommy was going to hurt her or something.  You would think after all of these years she would've learned by now.  Oddly enough she is the most affectionate of the cats when my people are laying down.  Maybe she thinks they can't get up and chase her?  I don't know.  I think she's weird.  She also barfs a lot.  She barfs hairballs.  She barfs food.  Barf barf barf.  Oh and she has the weird crack plastic bag addiction.

Anyway, those are my sisters.  I wish I could open the backdoor like I can the door to the Big-Litterbox room.  I'd let my sisters out and then lock the door.

Not really.  But I sure wish they wouldn't pick on me so much.

      

Pictures Galore

Pictures of myself and my sisters...

My Sisters

Here is a picture of my sisters.  ShyGurl is the darker one on the left, Quest is the mostly white one on the right.  They're bugging mom while she's in the litterbox.  Neither of my sisters know the secret to opening the door like I do.

Cleverly Yours,
Ginger

Yadda Yadda

Why does my sister do that?  She likes to talk.  A lot.  So she goes and stands at mommy's feet and yells.  Mommy doesn't seem to like it...especially at 4 am when mommy has first gotten out of bed.  But there she is over there now just a hollerin' her fool head off at mommy.  Something about 'Timmy is in the well.'

I hope she stops her yammerin' for naptime.

Aggravatatedly Yours,
Ginger

Sisters

My sisters are roaming about the house.  They've been showing off for the web cam -- flaunting getting on the counter; lounging about in various poses on the floor and Shy even got caught chasing me.  I wasn't askeerd.  I just went behind the woodstove because I wanted to.

I wish my mom stayed home with me today.  She got her third migraine in less than a week just before leaving for work.  It would've been good for her to stay home and nap with me.  Instead she's in a drug-induced haze at her desk in the office.

Whoops!  Here comes my sister again.  *dash*

Hurriedly Yours,
Ginger

Up For Adoption

Anybody want one of my sisters?  They're both picking on me a LOT today.  I've gotten more exercise running like hell to protect my ass leading them in a jog throughout the house.  Thank goodness my mommy is home.  I've found refuge in her lap.

My mom moved my blog over here from where it was...wherever the hell that was because spam bots were leaving comments.  Trolls are bad enough but spam bots are a pain.  At least they tend to be polite

.Innocently Yours,
Ginger

Me Bad, Me Missed A Day

Mommy ran the webcam today so we couldn’t have our usual party like we do when the folks are off to work. If she keeps this up, me or one of my sisters are going to have to figure out just how to pause that thing because it’s really crimping our style. Maybe FredBear will figure it out. He’s pretty smart and good at stuff like that.

It was funny today because my mean ol’ sister, ShyGirl, was just bathing away in the family room, totally unaware that the webcam was shooting her image live to the world.  I wonder if she knows that she was participating in Kitty-Porn!

The weatherman has been babbling about something called snow. I kind of remember seeing that last winter. It looks neat when it falls. Maybe this year I’ll be able to sneak outside and feel it under my paws. I wonder what that is like.

Crankily Yours,
Ginger

First Post

*meow*

It’s my first post in my first blog.  My mom set this up for me.  She has a blog too but I’m glad she made a spot for a kitty.

I think it might be time for a nap.