Adorable Teeny Tiny One day in the lunchroom where I worked, I learned that one of my co-workers volunteered as foster coordinator for Surrey’s animal shelter. When she learned about my love for cats, Christine encouraged me to consider fostering a kitten.
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Ginger before her great adventure A few years ago I had an experience that felt like the power of prayer. I had just moved back to Vancouver. It was summer, and I kept the litter box on the balcony of my third floor apartment for my two cats while we were settling in. But Ginger was curious and sometimes tried to jump to the rooftop patio of the suite above us. I deterred her as best I could, but one day I noticed a distinct absence.
Blackie and Ginger on their cat tree I shared a love story on my other blog that you might enjoy. Ginger and Blackie are important in the story, and even Kringle makes an appearance, but it’s about love and friendship and family, about hard times and how love can help get us through them. Hope to see you there!
- Irene Plett TOPICS: Love, Ginger, Blackie, Kringle, friendship, family Kringle in his safe place, on Ebony's former bed It was one of those nights that I hate. The wind was gusting and heavy rain would pelt in spurts against the windows. I woke from troubled dreams. In one, my cat Blackie, who passed on several years ago, nuzzled me in a comforting way. I was also aware of the presence of the cat on the corner of the bed at all times. I never wake alone.
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