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| Fresh, free-range turkey right from the oven. |
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| The hit of Thanksgiving Dinner--home made butter. |
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.
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| Ginger--once upon a time |
Almost five
years ago a cat appeared on our porch in Southwest Georgia .
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 Houston
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| Ginger now--surveying his domain, |
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| 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.
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| 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, Douglas
accepted. That was a week ago. Now Douglas
has made himself right at home—and with Ginger’s grudging permission. When will
this end?
No, Mac!
No, Arthur!
Well, not until next Thanksgiving. Maybe.
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| Maybe too much at home! |
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| Douglas makes himself at home. |
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