For me writing is launching my little boat on the great river of life, seeing where the currents will take me. It is an adventure and a homecoming, at the same time.
The fog this morning is so thick that I can barely make out the house directly across the street. Attila said his drive in to work was longer than usual, he drove very carefully with very poor visibility. This is not usual for this area, it is the first time we have seen fog this dense here, having owned the property for over 12 years, and lived here for 7 years. Wow, 7 years, has it been that long!
Ginger and I are having a quiet morning. He has his routines. In the morning he sits near the bedroom door and waits for us to awaken. When I arise he heads for his water bowl and sits before it, staring at me, and his eyes say “do the right thing Maggie, fresh water in the bowl, now”. And I always oblige.
After a long drink of fresh water, he eats a little bit, and then he is ready for action. He follows us around, loudly giving instructions that we stupidly do not understand or obey. Eventually he gives up on us, and he sits in the hallway, central to the house, to keep an eye on everything we are doing.
After Attila leaves for work Ginger alights onto his footstool, placed strategically in the centre of the living room, where he stretches out, as much as a very large cat can stretch out on a small footstool, and enters the land of nod. As I write, there he lies, occasionally snoring when he places his paws over his face.
Later in the day, usually when I am attempting to eat my lunch, he awakens refreshed and ready to be adored. Adored by me. And so he sits by my chair, as I sit at the table, and demands to be petted. I am such a soft touch; I abandon the food in front of me to pet him until he stares off towards his food bowl, and wanders slowly away towards it. Then, and only then, am I allowed to resume eating my lunch.
After we eat our lunch, it is once again time for petting and adoring. He soon tires of this, and once again jumps onto his throne (the footstool) to nap away the afternoon.
When Attila gets home from work he stirs not. But Attila will have none of that, greeting Ginger with an affectionate ruffling of the fur, and another petting and adoring session begins.
Ginger spends his evenings watching our activities, running under foot for a bit of excitement from time to time, and napping when we are sitting in our chairs chatting as the evening comes to a close.
What a wonderful companion, our Ginger.
Updated on Thu, Nov 3, 9:35 AM
FEELS LIKE 7
Wind 3 E km/h
Humidity 94 %
Visibility 7 km
Sunrise 7:47 AM
Wind gust 5 km/h
Pressure 102.5 kPa
Ceiling 100 m
Sunset 5:55 PM
“I write entirely to find out what I’m thinking, what I’m looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear.”
1934 – 2021
Although I would not consider myself to be an author of great works, I write for reasons very similar to those Ms. Didion describes.
A lovely, peaceful home! <3
I love the first paragraph of your entry! It has such truth to it. I enjoyed hearing about a day in the life of Ginger. Does Ginger play with any cat toys? One of my cats loves toy mice and pom pom type balls and anything dangly on a stick. My other cat likes the dangly on a stick but not much else except for maybe a catnip toy that he can suck. He does however like to chase tin foil balls. We have had some good games of tin foil cat hockey.
Oh, they both love the laser light toy. I had gotten a toy gun that shoots foam discs and my one cat is crazy for it. He will get so excited and meow at me when I take it out. Just wish I could train him to fetch the discs and bring them back to me. LOL
Joan, isn’t it lovely to have a happy home! Much love to you and yours!
Eileen, thank you about the first paragraph.
Ginger, so far, seldom plays with cat toys. He mostly wants belly rubs and attention, which he gets in abundance. We have tried several foam balls and toys, he will play for 15 seconds then lose all interest. So far his longest attention span has gone a label that fell of my knee brace, and a q-tip. The tin foil is worth a try, and the cat hockey sounds like fun. Your kitties sound like good fun! Training a cat to fetch, I don’t think it can be done, but wouldn’t it be grand! 🙂
It sounds like heaven! What a wonderful day with Ginger.They do demand adoration, don’t they ? 🙂
Sandy, a quiet day with a cat is something very special, we do love our cats! They do demand adoration, and it is so very easy to give to them, 🙂
Years ago, I was a writer of science fiction. I loved doing it, even once received a personal letter of encouragement from the Editor-in-Chief of Asimov Magazine. But not too long after that I had to get back into bringing in a paycheck. Sadly, I found I couldn’t write and work a job at the same time, somthat was the end of that dream. Interestingly, 5 years later I started a new business designing cross stitch patterns. I’d found a new outlet for my creativity.
Recently, I volunteered to take over the community website for our new neighborhood. I knew most likely I was the only one with web experience and their webmaster was moving, and sure enough no one came forward. So, now I’m doing my best to toddle along with a WordPress website, never having worked with WordPress before. Oh, and the webhost who designed the original site just shut down the business we have a contract with. Fortunately, I have until March 2023 before the domain needs to be renewed, which is something I can atleast handle.
Teri, that bringing in a paycheck aspect to life does put a damper on creative projects! Glad to hear you’ve found another outlet for your creativity!
Your community is lucky to have you as a webmaster! I do not enjoy moving domains around, I still have one that needs moving, but I’ve been avoiding it, lol. Good luck with your new venture!