The story of Ginger
My name is Ginger, I am a stray young ginger tomcat.
I have taken the liberty of attaching two photos of myself, my benefactors tell me I am a good looking lad. They can’t keep me because of all the other cats they have to look after. Presently I am confined in their outbuildings, in a room at the back of the house. Unfortunately, male cats don’t get along with other male cats, and they have a very large male cat. When I see him I run away! Better to be safe than sorry J So I need a home where there isn’t another male – I can fit in ok with the ladies, if they will accept me, of course. I would be better on my own cause I love to be loved and give lots of love back, being a very affectionate, purring boy!
Like every other lost, abandoned, or feral cat out there in the world, I have a sad story to tell. I don’t want to tell it though, I would be ashamed because there are sadder stories than mine. Much sadder.
Not being feral, but quite tame and, it has to be said, quite vocal (I have a different musical meow for everything), I will be pleased to have a home to settle down in. I am an optimistic chap and am hopeful that some compassionate and caring human, reading my story will adopt me, or know of someone in need of a friendly cat, and look after me all the days of my life. Then hopefully, I won’t any longer be forced into fearful fights with real feral cats, me being without a home to call my own. I always come off the worst. They too must defend their territory and find food so one can’t blame them.
So this is where I am at: During my long and weary, and mostly futile nightly travels to find food, I happened upon a house where the owners shut only their sturdy security gates at night and put down food for their four adopted cats, and also for those cats desperately in need of some food, to keep body and soul together.
At first I was too frightened to go into the house and I used to sit outside the bedroom door and cry. A mournful, sorrowful, desolate sound I’m afraid, which upset the inhabitants of the house but I was so hungry. When the owners heard me, one of them used to come out and call me, but I was nervous and frightened of strangers and ran away.
Then a lucky thing happened to me. I got up the courage to go inside the house, I could smell the food and one night they caught me. In the middle of December 2016. I was taken to a very kind vet to be neutered. She works with feral cats and helps them at a reasonable price. She will surely be blessed by the universe.
When I got back to the house again, I was put back in the room again, to recover, but I escaped. I got up on to the windowsill and managed to undo the latch on one of the old windows. I went back to my old life, hiding all day. When hunger overcame me I went back to the house and, I must admit, also did a little crying. One of the owners came out again, with a torch, to look for me in the garden. It was the middle of the night and dark and rainy.
I was so beat-up and so weary that I let her catch me again. I had been in ‘the mother of all battles’. My face was bitten, deep teeth marks in my cheeks and fearful gouges all around my neck and on my shoulders and one nasty scratch on my nose. ‘What a sight you are!’ the owner said to me. After she attended to my many wounds, gave me a de-worming tablet and medicine to keep away the parasites, she finally said ‘There you are — ready to go!’ Well … I hope so!
Thanks for reading my story and being interested in me. I hope to be lucky once again and find a home and, hopefully, some pillows – just like the cat in this picture! Lots of love to all the compassionate cat lovers out there, doing their utmost for less fortunate cats.
P.S. My current caretakers, the people looking after me, are worried that I will get lost should I be adopted. So they will buy a calming collar for me, which lasts for about three weeks so I won’t be too much trouble during my three week period of confinement. I have to get used to my new surroundings, sights, sounds and smells. Should I get lost I will be much worse off than I was because at least I ‘know my suburb’ and I know now where to find dinner when the need is urgent! Thanks again!