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Ginger – part 2

Viewed-From-My-Window-Ginger--part-2I decided it was time our newest cat Ginger went out for a walk. Not sure how he would react outside, I picked him up and placed him on the grass. He never moved! He did not know what to do. Was he agoraphobic? Was the grass a reminder of being lost and alone after falling or jumping from the window of the upstairs flat? After a while I brought him back in. I decided that perhaps if he was on a harness it would be easier to encourage him to walk hoping he would enjoy the experience. Another day and suitably harnessed up, he did not want to know, but I persevered and managed to get just a few steps out of him. He lay in the long grass and surveyed the area. Buttercups, grass hoppers and butterflies, it was all new.

I felt reassured that at least he would not be running away, so the next day I took off the harness and hoped that would make a difference. I walked away, turned and called him to come. It took a while, but he did take a few steps, then a few more, but soon wanted to go back to the patio. Perseverance was the key and after a few days he was happy to follow me around the field garden and even tried to catch a moth hovering in the grass. Henry had decided to come with us, but then felt he needed a good run, so took off at high speed back to the patio. Ginger was mesmerised and was not quite sure what to do. It took just a moment or two, then he managed to summon up the courage and he also ran, at first slowly, then seemed to put on a spurt and ran as fast as he could across the grass, his long fluffy coat billowing against the wind. You could see the thrill and excitement in his face. He was so pleased with himself. This was obviously the very first time he had had a run in all his life, what a new experience! That was it, now he had to get outside every day and he would walk for a while and then just had to have a good run as fast as his little legs could carry him.

Now he had to be outside as much as possible. During the day he might sit on the grass just under the ‘dickie bird’ tree where we hang all the nuts and seeds and I have seen him jump high enough that he caught hold of the fat ball holder, but fortunately the birds had flown away. In the evening he will sit on the patio and watch the deer and even the badgers coming and going. He does not move and they do not mind him, oblivious to everything except the peanuts put out for them. Ginger is fascinated by everything outdoors, even the wind in his fur.

From 2am, Ginger would start scratching the door to go out and would continue to do so until we had had enough of it and let him out so we could get back to sleep, but fortunately it did not take too long for him to get into the routine that he has to sleep at night and is not let out until we get up. Now he spends all day outside exploring and he must walk miles. It did not take long before he decided sachets of cat food were very tasty, crunchy biscuits and his favourite meaty sticks and even a try of any other tasty morsels on offer, all go to make up a splendid varied diet..

Ginger has a new home, he is friendly with everyone and he has the freedom he craved, so hopefully no more jumping out of windows!

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The full story and many more are in the book “Viewed From My Window” by Patricia Oliver price £15.00 + £2.50 p&p. For more details, contact Patricia on 01202 826244. All proceeds go towards the Veterinary and Welfare needs of the 16 feral cats currently in her care.