The Gingerbread Cat

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.

A Very Happy New Year Folks !

She’ll be partying tonight no doubt
Well Hello again reader. Just a quick post to say that we’re all getting ready for a Happy New Year in the house. So whether you’re a Mog or an Owner, A Happy New Year to you from me and my pals here at MoggyBlog. We hope to see you in 2007. So ByezzzBye for now… Yours, Norm.

A Message from Norman

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It’s me Norman.

Hi Reader. I’m Norman, and I’m a cat, a tabby with attitude, so they say, and this is one of my first ever blogs (well, in fact it is my first blog). In it I’m going to tell you a bit about myself…

…well, I live smack dab in the middle of England with my new (dare I say it – No Ed.) owners (well they might think they own me) – but there is nothing ‘middle of the road’ about me… well they do call me stormin’ Norman after all (but Im no bully cat, honest)!

I’m four years old and have lived with my owners since January 2006, the year when they like to think that they ‘chose’ me from the other cats at the Cat Protection shelter a mile or so from here. However, in reality I actually chose them! As they passed by my pen, I just stretched out my (one white and one mottled) paws and gave a big yawn with my bright white jowls and that was it really, I could tell I’d hooked ’em… They couldn’t get away then…and boy are they in for trouble!

Anyway enough of me for now I’ll continue the story on my next post (I think that’s what they call it).