Gingi


British Shorthair/Breed Unknown
Picture of Gingi, a male British Shorthair/Breed Unknown

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Home:Jerusalem, Israel  [I have a diary!]  
Sex: Male

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Nicknames:
Kittens

Kitty Complexion:
 Activeness 
sleepyvery active
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Curiosity 
not curiousvery curious
 
 Friendliness 
timidaffectionate
 
 Vocal 
not vocalvery vocal
 

Sun Sign:
Quick Bio:
-mixed breed-part feral

Birthday:
February 20th 2007

Coloration:
Cream Tabby

Likes:
Playing with Sarel, annoying Harry

Pet-Peeves:
When another cat tries to eat his food

Favorite Toy:
The birds in the trees (he doesn't catch them often but climbs all the way up into the trees), lizards

Favorite Nap Spot:
In the maze of bushes in the garden

Favorite Food:
Chicken leftovers

Skills:
High jumping and tree climbing

Dwells:
indoors and outdoors

Arrival Story:
Sarel, my rescue cat, adopted Gingi when he was born, and as a kitten, the two of them would play outside together, and he would accept food from me. As Gingi got older, he allowed me to touch me and looked forward to seeing me, and now goes in and out of the house.

Forums Motto:
Patience is a Virtue

I've Been On Catster Since:
October 12th 2007 More than 6 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Catster Id:
642095


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HarrySarel

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Gingi's Words of Wisdom


Sad News

May 18th 2009 7:25 am
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This is the human writing, Gingi was severely injured and would not let me come close enough to take care of him and take him to the vet, and I have not seen him since.

I fear he has passed on.

 

Serious Injuries

February 27th 2009 3:39 am
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I'm in trouble, and the worst part, I am having a hard time letting Mom help me. Yesterday I severly injured one of my legs, with serious bleeding and some of the skin literally torn off. I do not know how to speak Human, to tell Mom how it happened.

Mom saw me coming out of a bush, bleeding and limping, and while I let her come close to me to pet me, I am too scared for her to pick me up and take me inside, or take me to the doctor.

I let Mom sit next to me while I started to clean some of my wounds, but as soon as she moved towards me, I jumped just a little. Mom is very worried about me, and I hope I can survive this. I also hope Mom does not give up on me and that soon I will come in the house and she can take care of me.

 

Walkabout

December 24th 2008 11:54 pm
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I was starting to get upset when all these street cats started hanging out in our backyard, and fighting over food and territory. It bothered me so much that I left for a while, trying to find a place that was less crowded. Now I live sometimes in my house, and sometimes in the garden accross the street, and I know it makes Mom sad, but she understands. And she is very glad to see me whenever I come home.

 
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