I'M ADOPTED....YAY!!!

I'm adopted! I went to my new home last night with my buddy, Mr. B.B. King. I'll tell you, we're both still really scared and probably will be for awhile. But my foster mom says that we have a wonderful new home and family and that pretty soon we're going to be having the time of our lives. I hope she's right!

I miss my foster mommy and I miss Lucy, too. She was my best play mate and wrestling buddy. Plus she'd lick my head and cuddle me sometimes. I miss getting in bed with my foster mom and getting cuddles and kisses and I'm pretty sure she misses that too. But she said that one day soon, she knows of a little girl who is going to be delighted to have me crawl in bed with her and give her all my cuddles and kisses. Getting a new home is really hard in the beginning! I was pretty scared when I came into my foster mom's house, but I got used to it pretty fast. At least I have my buddy, B.B. and my blanket and toys from my old house...they smell like me and the other kitties, even a little like the dog and my first mommy (Ginger's gonna cry!!!) (mommy is going to cry too!!!). And my foster mom said she's going to come and visit us soon. She'd better!

I know I'll be happy as soon as I get over being scared :o) I have a new dog brother, Bo, he's an Australian Shepherd. I like dogs pretty well. I have a big two legged brother named Tyler and a two legged sister named Oliva. She's a little person, but she doesn't move fast or make loud noises so I'm sure I'll be OK with her. My new mom, Kelle, is very nice and I think she loves us already. She being very kind and patient with us. I want to get over being scared so she can hold me and kiss me!

I'll let you all know how it's going! Wish me luck and to not be so scared.

Ginger in Gen Pop

I’ve had the best weekend! Friday while mom was at work and I was in her room by myself, one of the big kitties head-butted the door open, and I got out into what mom calls General Population, Gen Pop for short. I was a little nervous and kept running back up to my room. Now mom lets me out with the big cats part of the day every day. She said soon I might be able to stay out all day long!!! Lucy doesn’t hiss at me at all when I’m down stairs. Only Jack still hisses and growls at me – even tries to smack me sometimes – but I think he’s about to get over that. Sweet old Buster just looked at me like “Huh??? Where the heck did you come from????” I have been having so much fun checking out everything and I’ve even been eating my dinner with the big cats!

Oh, mom started giving me raw meat a few days ago. Man, is that stuff GOOD!! She doesn’t even have to mix it with canned food like she does for the big cats. Mom said she thought some raw chicken might make my tummy feel better and help with my diarrhea. Between that and the Albon, something is doing the trick because mom said I had nice, solid poopies and she was very happy. Let me tell you, I’m very happy too! My tummy feels so much better. I really like that Albon stuff, and even though mom says it’s medicine, I’m pretty sure it’s really a treat. I hold the syringe when she gives it to me because I want to make sure she’s not going to take it away before I have a chance to eat all of it!

Overall, I am a happy little guy! Life just keeps getting better and better every day.

Me and Miss Lucy Furr

Well what can I say? Mom and me keep trying to wear Lucy down by making her spend time in the room with me every day. We think it's working because she's not growling and hissing as much. She's even licked my head and my butt a few times, which I especially liked (the head licks more than butt licks!). If I don't look directly at her, she seems to do better. We've even played a little bit by chasing the fuzzy mice and we played with the turbo scratcher a little bit. But she's moody, like most women, and even though we played really good yesterday, she growled at me this morning :o( I just ingored her and kept playing. I think that soon she'll be my big sister :o) Mom says that by next week she thinks we'll be good buddies.

I started taking Albon this morning for my diarrhea. I thought it tasted really GOOD!!! I hope it works...I've got my paws crossed.

Ginger Baker in the Big House

Wow, the big house!! I got to live in the BIG HOUSE!! And even better than that, I was in mommy's bedroom. I wasn't sure what to do and, even though mom showed me where my potty box was now, I did bad and I pooped on the bed. She didn't get mad, though! She took my poopies and put them in the litter box and showed me again where it was and I've been really good to use it ever since!! I've been in the house for about 11 days now and I'm still in mom's room, but that's OK with me! She says until we figure out what's causing my diarrhea, that I have to stay in there since it might be something I can give to the other cats by sharing a litter box. My poopies were better at first, but now I have the runs again *sigh*. I hope it clears up soon. But Pony Boy spends time with me, and sometimes Busbee comes for a visit. He's nice and never once hissed at me, but he doesn't like staying in the closed room for very long. And mom brings Lucy in there a lot. Lucy is beautiful and I really want to cuddle up with her, but sometimes she's not very nice to me. Mom says that it takes Lucy a little while to get used to new cats, but that once she does, she'll be a really good big sister for me. It seems that every day she growls less and less, so that's a good sign!

Ginger Baker Gets "Tutored"

Things were going really good out in the little building where I lived. Mom gave me medicine to make my fleas go away and then combed and combed me with a flea comb. Man, did I feel much better! She also gave me medicine to make the worms in my tummy go away. Mom would let me out of the cage when she came out and I could walk around and explore. I wasn't afraid at all anymore and I didn't try to hide. When she came out Friday night to put me back in the cage, she took my food away! I thought I had been a bad boy and didn't know what I'd done. The next morning she came out and put me in a plastic dog cage, she called it a 'carrier'. She put my potty box in there and a nice blanket, even a shoe box for me to hide in. I didn't like it and I cried and cried to get out. Then she put me in her car sitting right next to a dog!! I hissed at him because I didn't know if he'd hurt me. There are dogs out there that run around loose and hurt kitties...he could have been one of them! I cried on the whole car trip and tried to scratch and chew my way out of the carrier. She took me to Old Dr. Gordon's house and left me there. I was afraid I wasn't going to see her again. Mommy, come back, don't leave me!! Well, Old Dr. Gordon did some mean things to me! He took blood from me for testing and gave me shots and THEN he cut off my hoo-hoos!! Who would do such a thing to a little kitten??? I was SO happy the next day when my mom came back to get me. She took me out and gave me lots and lots of hugs and kisses. Then we took another car ride, but I didn't hiss at the dog this time. He was WAY smaller than Dr. Gordon's dog! And the very BEST part in all of this??? Since Dr. Gordon said I was healthy and that it was OK to be around the other cats, I got to come inside the big house and live!!

The Taming of Ginger Baker

I wasn't very happy about having to live in the wire dog cage! Mom would come out twice a day and give me fresh food (YUMMY!), water and clean my potty box. She'd also clean the rest of the cage because I made it very messy trying to get out. By this time I figured out how to get BEHIND the box and that was my best hiding spot. Mom would spend time with me when she came to take care of my and would talk real soft and sweet to me and she even sang me a special song about "Mommy loves me, this I know". She would blink her eyes at me a lot and sometimes she'd look at me and then close her eyes and sing. This made me feel so much better because I knew that meant that she trusted me :o) Right away she started trying to touch me through the bars of the cage. I'd hiss and spit at her BIG, but then I would let her rub and scratch me. It felt good and I would purr. Mom kept saying that we had to get some medical treatment for me, that I was crawling with fleas and that was not good for me. She kept petting me and singing to me and giving me food, so it wasn't all bad. After about 3 days of this and after having petted me for a long time in my hiding spot, she tried to touch me over the top of my box, from inside the cage and I smacked her. Not a bad one, like I could have!! I know this hurt her feelings and I felt really bad. The next day, though, I decided that I would let her pet me and when I gave in, I gave in all the way! I let her pick me up and cuddle me and kiss me on the head, I even let her hold me like a baby. I guess I had to make sure that I could trust HER. Since then I haven't been able to get enough of kissing and cuddling and I purr all the time. I'm very happy now :o)

My mom was going to call me Cheddar since she already had Colby and Jack and though sticking with a cheese theme would be good. Plus she thinks I'm related to them...that their brother that she couldn't catch is my daddy...I guess they would be my uncles. Anyway, her sister is always bugging her to name an orange kitty Ginger Baker, after the drummer from Cream and Blind Faith (my mom says those are really old bands!), so she did it. She didn't even realize at the time that she was now getting a musical theme going with me and Mr. B.B. King. She's silly!

The Taming of Ginger Baker

I wasn't very happy about having to live in the wire dog cage! Mom would come out twice a day and give me fresh food (YUMMY!), water and clean my potty box. She'd also clean the rest of the cage because I made it very messy trying to get out. By this time I figured out how to get BEHIND the box and that was my best hiding spot. Mom would spend time with me when she came to take care of my and would talk real soft and sweet to me and she even sang me a special song about "Mommy loves me, this I know". She would blink her eyes at me a lot and sometimes she'd look at me and then close her eyes and sing. This made me feel so much better because I knew that meant that she trusted me :o) Right away she started trying to touch me through the bars of the cage. I'd hiss and spit at her BIG, but then I would let her rub and scratch me. It felt good and I would purr. Mom kept saying that we had to get some medical treatment for me, that I was crawling with fleas and that was not good for me. She kept petting me and singing to me and giving me food, so it wasn't all bad. After about 3 days of this and after having petted me for a long time in my hiding spot, she tried to touch me over the top of my box, from inside the cage and I smacked her. Not a bad one, like I could have!! I know this hurt her feelings and I felt really bad. The next day, though, I decided that I would let her pet me and when I gave in, I gave in all the way! I let her pick me up and cuddle me and kiss me on the head, I even let her hold me like a baby. I guess I had to make sure that I could trust HER. Since then I haven't been able to get enough of kissing and cuddling and I purr all the time. I'm very happy now :o)

My mom was going to call me Cheddar since she already had Colby and Jack and though sticking with a cheese theme would be good. Plus she thinks I'm related to them...that their brother that she couldn't catch is my daddy...I guess they would be my uncles. Anyway, her sister is always bugging her to name an orange kitty Ginger Baker, after the drummer from Cream and Blind Faith (my mom says those are really old bands!), so she did it. She didn't even realize at the time that she was now getting a musical theme going with me and Mr. B.B. King. She's silly!

Ginger Baker Gets Caught!

I've been in my new foster home for almost three weeks now and it's been an excellent adventure! My foster mom doesn't know how I got outside - if I was born out there or what. All I know is that I was HUNGRY and I found a big bowl of food on the patio at her house so I went up to eat some. She saw me and I saw her at almost the same time and I took off running. But I didn't go far, just into the bushes next door. A few minutes later, she came outside with something on a plate that smelled REALLY, really good. She put it inside this long, metal thing, at the very back. I later heard mom call it a 'trap'. Anyway, I was walking all around the trap, trying to figure out how to get to that plate of food that smelled so good. The other kitties were watching me through the screen and I guess I got too close and that mean old Lucy made the most horrible noise and then she jumped up on the screen. She scared the BEJEEBIES out of me (she sounds like a mountain lion!) and I ran FAR this time and I wasn't going to come back. But like I said, I was way hungry, so I did come back and I figured out how to get that plate of food, too. Except that when I went in to eat it, BAM, the other end of the trap closed and I couldn't get out. I was scared and I tried to chew my way out and gave myself an ouchie on the nose, and it bled. I don't know how long I was in the trap before mom came out and found me...probably not very long. She was getting ready to go drink Margaritas with her friend and was giving Mr. B.B. King more food when she found me. Man, was I hissing and carrying on - I was trying to scare her away from me! Apparently, it didn't work. She just oooo'd and ahhhh'd and told her friend to come and she what she had. They took me out to a little building and put me in a big wire dog crate. I was scared and crawled right into the litter box! But after they left, I came out and I ate the food she put in there for me ALL GONE and finally I wasn't hungry any more!! And she was so thoughtful to put a box in there for me to hide in.