I've always thought of Ginga as a punctual sort of cat, mainly because he knows exactly when I put the goats to bed at night and the moment that the latch clicks home on the gate he appears on the deck ready for his tea. So when I returned home after a short holiday I was a bit surprised that he wasn't waiting for me. I put his absence down to the fact that it is the season for tom-cats to be a bit distracted, and expected to see him for breakfast. But he didn't turn up for breakfast either. When he missed dinner again I became a bit concerned, but Nairn assured me that Ginga had been hanging out on the deck the other night so I felt he wouldn't be too far away. Five days later Ginga turned up, desperate for food and holding out a rather mangled paw for me to inspect. I'm quite certain his meow changed to owwwwch, he certainly wasn't a happy cat and I could see a hurried trip to the vet was required. Ginga didn't agree ....
In early 2012 Penny & Nairn moved from central Wellington to South Westland. Welcome to the record of their adventures.