Follow by Email

Sunday, February 12, 2017

Gina, the magical cat

Let me tell you about my cat. Her name is Gina and she is truly special, and I won’t argue with other pet owners who all believe that their pets are equally special if not more.
My cat is more than special. She is a magical cat. Let’s first have a look at these marvellous eyes.

See? An Egyptian goddess she is, and she knows. The house does belong to her, I am just a visitor.
Here is a proof. 

She just claimed the entire bed to herself, as well as my table, and the third floor, where she complains if you go to fetch something when she is napping. How dare you, she mews, disturbing my beauty sleep!
We took Gina from a local shelter when she was 7 years old. She is 13 now, but in good health and still quite active on the local cat scene. Other cats know better than to argue with Gina, when it comes to defending her territory (as well as the territory belonging to the enemy), she is unbeatable.

An example. Before I finally installed a cat flap for her to go out when she fancies, I noticed at some point that she would mew, asking to let her out, exactly right after our neighbours would leave their house to go to work. They had two cats living in the house, but it didn’t cross my mind that my cat had such guts as to go there and eat both their breakfast and lunch, all of it. It didn’t appear to me as possibility for the simple reason that Gina is always starving. One would assume that she doesn’t eat at all, despite the fact that I buy her best cat brands and she has breakfast, lunch and dinner. As well as treats.
But Gina was expanding, literally so. To an extent that when I took her for a routine check up to the vet, he advised to put her on a diet and suggested to refer her to pets’ diet club.
“Your cat is on the border of obesity,” he said while cuddling Gina, who was purring from pleasure even at the vet. She is a very kind cat. But she is also super intelligent, I have to give it to her.
And so, one morning I followed her. I sneaked out after she left and where she was, guilty as charged, emerging from the neighbours’ cat flap, with a satisfied grin on her face, still eating.
She knew that she was naughty because once seeing me, she jumped over the fence and didn’t come back until two hours later, thinking I would forget.
“Don’t you dare going there and stealing their food!” I was shouting at her back, in full naivety that she would follow my recommendation. You see, Gina is more than extra-smart, she is also extremely easy to get along with in terms of sharing a household. She understood from the start that it isn’t advisable to wake me up in the morning and lets me sleep, waiting patiently for her breakfast, even if it is at 11 am.
One evening though when the neighbour came back home from work, I could hear some screaming. It did cross briefly my mind that my cat could be a culprit, but still, I hung on to hope that it wasn’t.
It was. As the neighbour explained, he first thought it was one of his own, lying in the middle of the sofa as it was a throne. But then he remembered that his own cats weren’t allowed on the sofa and upon inspection, found them hiding in the attic, terrified from being taken over by the most complacent cat on earth. Yes, that’s what they told us in the shelter. She did manage to foul them all.
“Gina is very good with other cats and children,” the staff at the shelter said, then adding as an after-thought, “she does like her food though.”
I am not sure whether the neighbours decided to move because of my cat, or maybe it was just a natural progression of the events (after all they did plan to buy a house, just not for another couple of years), but Gina is not shrinking because of their move. No, not at all. They still try to refer her to the pets’ diet club every time we visit the vet. And she is still annoyed with my son, but at least she allows now that he cuddles her…for a second so. But it is a progress. In the first couple of years, Gina would literary fly out of the room at the first sight of him, to reappear only when he was in bed. Yes, she is good with children, provided they sleep.

And now, to confirm that she is magical. Yesterday I made this picture, while my cat was standing on the kitchen counter in front. The result? I became a fairy.


6 comments:

Millies Moments said...

Wow, I really enjoyed reading this! I look forward to your future posts:D Maybe you might like some of the things I write about on my blog.. feel free to have a look!

www.milliesmoments.co.uk

Ekaterina said...

Thank you Millie,
I have read your blog and found it captivating, i hope you will continue writing and will tell us more stories about yourself!

Anonymous said...

Thanks for sharing. In my opinion,having cats, is costly business. For example, our two cats have recently managed to get infested with fleas. Even though i used all avaible sprays, spot on jell, collars which eventually have come off, God knows how much that cost me. It is also i got infected with fleas, so that another £ 10 on treatment, yet,flea fighting battle is still going on. Now i m exploring all natural anti flea remedies as hoping ,if this works, i can save some money in the future. Additionally, anti parasites treatment, which has to be given every 3 months, the bill just mounts up...what do i get in return? Demanding attitude when comes to food, of course, occasionally, they let me stroking them but, under their conditions, if i do it too vigorously, they bugger off. Of course, they look like angels but don't fool yourself, they have claws... i n sure, my life would be much easier without them, but i m hoping that i provide them with a
better life style without expecting much in return. I guess, that is in our human nature?

Ekaterina said...

Hi,
ah, well, yes, they do cost some money:) let me guess, you are a man:) Typical comment from someone who adores the animals but complains about them to friends:) I know one friend who was asking everyone to take the dog of him when his girlfriend was out of town:) But obviously, he loved the dog...or wait a minute, maybe not, lol:)
My cat is asking for cuddles all the bloody time, as well as for food, and I have the impression, we have onset of early dementia (she is 14), since after i give her food, she still sits there waiting after she had eaten it. The thing is: she does it in such a smart way, that sometimes I am not sure myself whether I had fed her already, and the trick works on occasions:) double portions etc.
They are smart:)

Anonymous said...

You are almost right, i m a man in a female body. Hahha ☺. I don't like all the hard work...

Ekaterina said...

mhh, me neither:) especially cleaning:)