I am The Gingercat; that isn't my real name of course, my Adoptive Mum doesn't know that; just as she doesn't know the name of my old address. My doctor told her that it was a place called Hell. My name came from her and my Ad Dad asking each other if they thought they would 'get the ginger cat', and 'if the gingercat had been claimed yet' and questions like that. She said that by the time I came to live with them,GIngercat had become my name.
My Ad Mum and Dad had gone to the pound to find a kitten and a pup; thier 2 old, old pusscats had gone to another place, after living in England for 10 years and Australia for 9. Anyway, I had just arrived at the pound and was hiding in a wire pen,(I was very frightened) it was the very first pen inside the doors; when my Ad Mum saw me she said she wanted me, and that she wouldn't get a dog in case I didn't like them. 10 days later I came to live with them. I spent the first month or so hiding behind her couch, and only gradually ventured out into the rest of the house, except at night when all was quiet. My doctor told her I was about 6 human years, and told her some of my medical history, like-- I had been kicked and had scalding water poured on my back. After nearly 3 years I'm still frightened of men's feet and voices; I still hide behing the couch when someone new comes to the house. I am getting better though, I really do know that my Ad MUm would never let anyone hurt me (except the Doctor, I hate him, although I know he's kind) He had to pull some of my broken teeth, where someone kicked my face, and I have something called renal problems and have a special diet, anyway I am so happy now, my mum rubs special cream into the skin on my back where it is dryand flaky from the hot water, and she lets me sleep on her bed, some times I even sleep on her pillow, when she wakes she calls me the GingerHAT. She calls me lots of other names too, like Gingery Cat and Reoww Cat ('cos I go reow, reow, reow a lot) when I go reow in the morning she always gives me food and when I go reow at night she gives me food. It's very strange 'cos when I go reow in the rest of the day she gives me nothing but a "ssshhush Gingercat, you're on a diet!"
I am sitting on her lap while she writes to you for me, and I'm playing with her fingers, and as it's very nearly breakfast time I'm going reow A LOT, a REAL LOT
I am getting happier all the time, I am glad her 2 old cats left her to me.
that's enough Mum
So nice to meet you. REEEOOOW FOOOD
ps..we don't have a dog, Mum says I've had enough to put up with and that I am very expensive, whatever that means!
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His name is Butter and he was a stray cat that showed up at our house one day, and my mom let him stay!! 
He's been here almost 4 years now, but I still don't like him. I must prefer my canine brother and sisters, who let me cuddle up next to them.
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