ever since i watched a documentary about harry potter and the weasley twins were talking about how their hair “isn’t really ginger,” and by that they mean RED, i always think about ginger instead of red.
hermoine’s cat is ginger; i wonder what happened to it in the final book? i don’t think it’s mentioned. it was a very good kitty.
about a month ago, maybe less, maybe longer, i do know that it was bitter cold but there was no snow on the ground, i was driving down the street about four miles from home, and all of a sudden a GIANT GINGER CAT streaked in front of the car and i had to brake quickly but i wouldn’t have hit it anyway because it was running so fast. maybe i’ve mentioned this before.
i turned around and parked and got out of the car and called the kitty; it had run from one field into a bare bit of land with some tall grasses and beyond that some construction. of course i didn’t see the cat any more. i kept thinking about it, though, wondering if it was lost.
yesterday, amy sent me a text – she’d just seen a GIANT GINGER CAT by our bird feeder. she was letting her dogs out and of course they saw the cat and went ballistic and the cat ran away.
it was about 12 yesterday, much too cold for a cat to be out in the snow.
i went out and called and called it, but to no avail.
i feel responsible for that cat now, and i’m sure this is the same ginger cat i saw before. i’m pretty sure it realizes that it belongs here with us, but also it’s scared of mollie and winnie and the dogs next door.
i could leave some food out for it, but the squirrels and the many many deer would eat it, and i’d never know if the cat was getting any.
maybe in the spring i’ll be able to entice him to come live with us.
the big ginger cat.
ok then,
mrs. saturday grace and i’m still in my jammies but am about to start glamourizing myself any minute…