That is how I got hooked - on cats!

When I moved to RI 13 years ago (or so), there were dumpster cats in the parking lot of the apartment building I moved into. That was in January.

I noticed that as we all came out of the building in the mornings to go to work, and again in the evenings as we returned home from work, the cats would all scatter and run and hide - in the woods or under the parked cars.

All except this orange kitty. He always jumped up on to the hood and then the roof of the big black Oldsmobile.

I learned the car belong to the older lady who lived downstairs from me. Having lots of time on her hands, she daily went out to polish the car and remove all teh cat paw prints. There were LOTS.

All from the little orange cat.

Come late May and into June, we started ahving thunder storms and showers each evening with the changing weather. I worried about the little orange kitty outside up on the car. I hoped he went to find cover. I started running downstairs to check on the cat. There it sat, on top of the Olds, soaking. Every night I would cry thinking about the kitty. Mornings and after work I started trying to make friends with it, talking to it softly, visiting with it regularly. I bought a box of Friskies cat food and started putting down a little pile and mvoing back. It started to eat, and then to eat while I sat down a ways from it. Then I could pat it - but not too much.

One Thursday evening, as the clouds were building for another rain, I couldn't stand it anymore. I grabbed an old sweatdshirt, went down with my hand full of Friskies, and managed to snatch the cat up and run inside and upstairs. That was my first cat ever, in my life. Amber. What happned fro that point to the next 24 hours is a whole 'nother story, full of adventures for both of us!

So Ginger looks so comfy and snuggly and yes, we all want all of them to be that way. That is why we are a part of this forum, I guess!