After a warming trend that lasted almost a week, this area received a huge dump of snow Sunday night. I awoke on Monday morning, a public holiday in three Canadian provinces called Family Day, to find the world once again blanketed in white. Deeply blanketed.
At some point, Sylvain let me know that he had seen little kitty paw tracks in the snow on his driveway. Perhaps that wasn’t Ginger he had seen run over on a nearby busy street the other day, we thought. Maybe it was a coincidence that the very skittish stray we’ve taken to calling Ginger disappeared for an uncharacteristically long string of days around the same time.
Just in case Ginger had come back during the snow storm, I went over to Sylvain’s house yesterday evening to make sure the kitty shelter wasn’t snowed under. If there was a cat in there, we didn’t want it to suffocate!
The cat house was indeed buried in snow with only a little breathing space left at the top of the doorway. I cleared a path from the shelter to the deck where Ma used to feed him. I cleared another little bit toward the line of cedar trees that flank the shelter. Then I peeked inside to see if that old yellow tom was in there nestled in the straw. He wasn’t.
This morning, though, he was back! He enjoyed the warmth of the shelter for most of the day, emerging to accept a meal and fresh water.
Is this why they say every cat has nine lives?
Thank you for all your thoughts of Light and Love for this sweet old bedraggled tom cat.
after lunch
Phew! And cheers to living many lives in the very same furry body.
Oh, good news K. :)
Ginger is adorable! So glad to hear he’s still around!
I am glad he is okay too, and back. xoO
That’s a bit of a miracle.
I’ve always liked cats. They have a hidden toughness, an affinity for affection and could really care less about anyone else. Also, they have a tremendous sense of decorum. :)
Anyway, I am glad your revenant returned.
Me too! And thank you for teaching me a new word.
Sweet sweet sweet story! Love the kitty picture too.
Ahhh, so glad he is okay. Glad he does not know where I live, I am sure all homeless cats, now know this is the place to come for a forever home :-).
xoxo
He would have a forever home with us if we could get him to come inside. We want to take him to the vet and get his upper respiratory infection cleared up, but he won’t let anyone get near him. We asked a vet to give us kitty antibiotic to put in his food, but they won’t do that without seeing the animal. But I know what you mean. Your house is a bit of a magnet, isn’t it? xo K
He reminds me of Napster, the great artist, who also began his life as a stray. It took a year to get him to let people touch him… but then he never looked back.
Maybe there’s hope for Ginger! Ma keeps trying to win his trust. She is inching closer. K