|Fresh, free-range turkey|
right from the oven.
|The hit of Thanksgiving Dinner--home|
I’m beginning to think it’s a family Thanksgiving tradition. Not having turkey (yes, we did that with son Chris as chef and mighty good it was, not to mention the homemade butter). No, taking in lonely cats threatens to become a habit.
|Ginger--once upon a time|
Almost five years ago a cat appeared on our porch in
For months I told him, “Shoo, scat, cat.” He didn’t. He told me firmly speaking
in a squeaky cat-ese, that this was his home and we are (yes, are) his family.
Finally, on Thanksgiving day, 2007 I gave him a handful of cat food. The
rest—history. I wrote about it in this blog in January, 2008 Gentling
Ginger I. I’ve updated now and again, and now it’s history repeats herself.
Ginger, named for his ginger coat, quickly managed to make himself the lead family cat. He even made the move with us to
where he now feels right at home. Houston
|New cat on the block|
But last March, complications.
Douglas appeared. Now Douglas wears a tag that says he lives a block away.
That’s what they think. Douglas thinks he
lives right in my yard where we’re sharing him with our neighbor Michael.
|Mac and Arthur, or is it Arthur and Mac?|
(Check out my March 15 and 17, 2011 entries here.) Not only did
Douglas appear. He brought two “nephews,” Mac and Arthur.
The boys remain happy to eat outside and run. But Douglas?
Douglas tells us plaintively (he tells Michael the same thing, and he’s as soft a touch as I am.), "I'm a house cat. I love you."
And now—instant replay. Thanksgiving morning, I felt mellow, generous, loving and one more time—I opened the door. Immediately,
accepted. That was a week ago. Now Douglas
has made himself right at home—and with Ginger’s grudging permission. When will
Well, not until next Thanksgiving. Maybe.
|Maybe too much at home!|
|Douglas makes himself at home.|