Ginger baby

It is pure joy when the baby boy comes over for morning cuddles.

He doesn’t want to be picked up, and he doesn’t want to be held, but my goodness, he wants pets and scritches and snuggles, and he loves to roll and stretch and squirm on the soft, soft bed. ๐Ÿ™‚

If only we could get the outside cats even half that friendly!

This was the crowd that greeted me this morning. After I took the picture, I looked up and saw the sort-of-calico cat come running under the fence into the yard.

The Re-Farmer

9 thoughts on “Ginger baby

    • My daughters name most of them! ๐Ÿ˜€

      It’s getting harder with the inside cats. Beep Beep, Big Rig and Susan all look very much alike. Now we have 5 orange tabbies. The spice girls are tiny, so they’re still easy, but if you can’t see Saffron’s white socks, it’s hard to tell them apart.

      Just this morning, I glanced over and smiled as I watched Keith luxuriating on the bed, thinking he’s doing the stretchy slug thing Ginger likes to do. Then I realized, Keith was the orange slug further down the bed. I was looking at Ginger! He was lying on top of his shaved fur, so I couldn’t see he was short a leg. In that position, he looked just like Keith!


      • LOL!!! Sounds like Cheddar! He’s easily 20 pounds, but sometimes still thinks he can fit in places like when he was a kitten. ๐Ÿ˜€ His favorite thing to do is to steal my butt space when I get up from my office chair, even if it’s just for a few moments.


      • I didn’t have Ollie as a kitten. He was a rescue adult kitty. I got him at four years old and have had him 3 1/2 years. He’s a Hemingway (poly-dactyl)…he has thumbs.

        My cat before him was a rescue of sorts. He belonged to a neighbor, three houses away (when I was living in Texas). The woman got the cat as a kitten for her young son. When the son became allergic, she put the cat outside with access to the garage. He had a blanket on a bench at the front door. He routinely walked the sidewalks, looking for attention…from anyone. My ex & I coaxed him into the house, fed him some tuna and showed him our existing cat doors (from the cat previous to him). He took up with us and the neighbor never said a word. He was also named Oliver and we changed his name to Pooh Bear (my ex said he looked like a bear, walking up the sidewalk). He was a “stumpy” Manx and they have really long back legs (for some reason).

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