Ginger misses ?
Sylvia's family has been emptying the apartment. They gave away the porch lounge chair that has been Ginger's choice of
a place to rest since the hot weather arrived and the little winter cabin became too warm for her comfort. For several nights Ginger sat beneath the remaining porch chair, not in it,
(it is hard plastic where the lounge was soft and padded.)
Last evening she went to Sylvia's door and howled like a tom cat. I have never heard Ginger make sounds like that. Then she finally went into the bushes between our apartments and
settled herself in a bed there. During the night she got up on my bedroom windowsill. The sill is quite wide, made of brick. My window is open a few inches so she can sniff noses with Susie through the screen.
Then the rain began. So I let her come inside my apartment.
She curled up on a chair and slept. After eating breakfast, though it was still raining quite steadily, she wanted out.
Back to Sylvia's door--more meowing there.
The chair was given to another resident who lives in the next
building. It is not a great distance from this building and is in
an area which Ginger frequently patrols. I warned the new owner that Ginger might discover where the chair is now and
claim her right to sleep in it. The lady was fine with that.
But Ginger has not gone near the chair to date.
Has she not yet discovered where the chair was moved to?
Is it the chair she is missing---or is it Sylvia?
a place to rest since the hot weather arrived and the little winter cabin became too warm for her comfort. For several nights Ginger sat beneath the remaining porch chair, not in it,
(it is hard plastic where the lounge was soft and padded.)
Last evening she went to Sylvia's door and howled like a tom cat. I have never heard Ginger make sounds like that. Then she finally went into the bushes between our apartments and
settled herself in a bed there. During the night she got up on my bedroom windowsill. The sill is quite wide, made of brick. My window is open a few inches so she can sniff noses with Susie through the screen.
Then the rain began. So I let her come inside my apartment.
She curled up on a chair and slept. After eating breakfast, though it was still raining quite steadily, she wanted out.
Back to Sylvia's door--more meowing there.
The chair was given to another resident who lives in the next
building. It is not a great distance from this building and is in
an area which Ginger frequently patrols. I warned the new owner that Ginger might discover where the chair is now and
claim her right to sleep in it. The lady was fine with that.
But Ginger has not gone near the chair to date.
Has she not yet discovered where the chair was moved to?
Is it the chair she is missing---or is it Sylvia?
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