Friday, 19 July 2013
Ginny was one of the helpy helpers, wanting to be in the middle of anything that was going on. She was also a nurse cat whenever someone was ill. If one of us was stuck in bed she stayed with us until we were better, snuggling, purring, patting our faces to check our temperatures, administering "catupuncture" and generally trying to be comforting. She loved potato chips and popcorn and could hear the crunch a mile away. She was podgy but could she ever run if need be. She was assertive and didn't let the boys push her around, especially her brother, Hobbes, who would try to wrestle her. He usually lost. He seems to be missing her, too.
My friend Jan had given us a gooseberry bush that had outgrown her yard a few weeks before. It seemed a fitting marker, no one will disturb her rest while she is protected by a bush with 1/2" thorns. I will make "Ginny Jam" when the berries are ripe.