I’ve already written a post about Rebecca’s cat, Scooter, and today I’m going to feature Rachael’s cat, Gingie.
We got Gingie from a shelter, I think about three summers ago. We knew we wanted to name the new cat after my mother, Virginia, who was called Gingie when she was a little girl and who, at the time we went to get Rachael a cat, was dying of cancer.
We ended up with a boy cat, but his name is still Gingie. It actually seems to fit his coloring very well.
|Gingie pondering the meaning of life|
But boy, is Gingie a handsome kitty!