Ginny and Joy.

 

   I've been thinking about how the littlest things in life are the ones that mean the most.  The picture above is of Ginny.  She is the beautiful kitty that has adopted us as "her people".  She is a total love bug and, I will admit, is spoiled rotten by Jeff and I.  Ginny is also one of my links to our beloved Uncle Bob.  He loved her and she divided her time between us and him.  She stayed with him when he took a bad fall and passed out.  She would get up in his lap to be pet.  Uncle Bob was not a cat person to my knowledge, but he sure adored her. 

   Ginny is an ever present companion when either Jeff or I are outside working on a project.  She keeps a close eye on all that is going on.  When we take a break and sit for a moment, there she is wanting to get her lovies.  Some mornings I will sit outside on our front walkway bench, sipping on my coffee and Ginny will either be in my lap or cuddling up by my side.  She greets us in the morning and afternoon feeding times wanting not only her food, but some nice scratches as well.

   I am slowly working on getting my indoor kitties, Patchy and Midgy used to her.  I will let them have some time out on the screened in back porch with Ginny on the other side of the screen door.  We went from lots of hissing to genuine curiosity on all parties.  Now Patchy and Ginny can both be out there, with the screen keeping them apart, and not being bothered at all by the other's presence.  Midgy is slowly coming to that point, but she is a much more cautious and skittish cat around people and animals that she is not very familiar with.

    I am not planning on making Ginny an indoor cat.  She has been free to roam for all her life and I don't want to change that.  Jeff has made her a cozy kitty house which she is finally starting to use and enjoy.  She has also claimed the hot tub area as her own domain.  If and when we get the hot tub fixed, I am sure that she will be jumping up and walking around the sides of it when we are using it.

   Ginny has brought so much joy to our lives, especially mine.  She is the reason that I get up on days when my pain levels are high or my anxiety and depression try to take over.  Seeing her sweet face and hearing her rather loud greeting remind me that she depends on me to take care of her.   Seeing her brings a smile to my face as I talk to her, care for her and give her lovies.  Not forgetting about Patchy and Midgy, as they get the majority of my time since they are my sweet indoor kitties who spend lots of time in Jeff and my laps and sleep with us.  All three of our fur babies mean the world to me and I cannot imagine my life without them.