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Hi from Norman again...

by Norman

Oi. Wat u lookin at
Ah, Back home again

Well, I'm here again reader, just back from my trot around the patch, and ready to tell some more about what I'm about and where I came from....
Did I tell you I'm four years old and have lived with my owners for exactly one year now. It was such a relief to get out of the cat protection shelter after six months. Those people in there are fabulous, they really try to do a good job of caring for you (you get food and fuss sometimes and all that). My one complaint is there's no room to move in a little 80 x 200 cm (thats metric) cage. And your joints and bones get stiff, even when you're young like me. We got about half an hour a day to walk around in a bare yard, you know, no trees or long grass to lie in (and stalk a bird or two). I know its cruel of me but you see it's all built into my nature, so I can't help that now can I? o.k. That's the moan over with, on with the tale...

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The Gingerbread Cat

by Ed  

Gingerbread was our beloved Ginger moggy whose main hobbies were sleeping and being given copious amounts of fuss. Gingerbread came from the Cat Protection League with a warning that he was not to be placed with other cats or children. However he turned into a big softie who tolerated children well. Unfortunately, he didn't always tolerate other cats in the neighbourhood and was very territorial.

Gingerbread Asleep
Ah, Peace at last

Mornings found Gingerbread walking around the perimeters of the garden like a security guard, albeit a strange one, marking out his patch on selected bushes and posts. A stranger in the garden would mean action stations and Ginger's would give as good as he got! After the scrap or skirmish (and is the other mog didn't back down) he would arrive at the door licking his paw and wiping his mauled face or back end. Consequently Gingerbread cost us a fortune in vets bills to treat these post-fight injuries.

As to recouping, Ginger's would sleep for hours (like most cat's I guess) saving his energy for the battle to be.
But when he curled up on you (just like in the photo) it was all worth it! Goodbye our faithful and happy friend.