Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Introducing Fred

As we drove up to the house on Monday afternoon we noticed something laying in front of our garage door.  As we approached it didn't move, but I could tell it was a cat.  A very unhappy cat.  He was skin and bones and what fur wasn't missing was filthy and matted and he was covered in fleas.  I had to move him so we could pull the car into the garage, and after we put away our groceries I got out the cat carrier and we took him to the vet.  From the belly bulge we were afraid he was a she and she was pregnant, but it turned out to be feces.  He was a bit dehydrated.  After two nights at the vet, a shave, an enema and some medicine he is a new man.  We brought him home today.  Our cat Jasmine is a little put out, but she can tell that he is in no shape to challenge her, so her response has been pretty subdued.  A little growling and hissing, but no puffed tail, no aggressive moves.  He is still very weak, but he is also very happy.  I don't think he has stopped purring, not even while he was eating, which he does with enthusiasm.  As to his name, well, when we thought he was a she we were going to name her Ginger, given the coloring.  When they told us she was a he we had to come up with a new name, so I looked at my husband and said, "Well, if it isn't Ginger, it must be Fred."  For those readers who are not classic film fans, I am of course referring to Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers.

1 comment:

  1. I am sad that you need to explain Fred and Ginger.