How Cinnamon picked me
by C. Kennie
I went to a very excellent Burmese cat breeder in Toronto and I was given 6 kittens to choose from. As soon as I picked up wee Cinnamon she cuddled in and purring. The other kittens had no chance. Wee Cinnamon had me heart firmly in her paws and wouldn't ever let it go.
Cin was a very intelligent and extremely affectionate cat. She was my shadow and we spent ages playing games together. She slept beside my head at night and I fell asleep to her quiet soft purr.
She was asleep on the bed and her heart just stopped. She felt no pain. She is now buried at my sister's farm and I now have two other cats now...but Cinnamon still has my heart and quietly waits for me across the Rainbow Bridge.
I chose Ginger George.
When I was a child I had a book about a ginger cat. I must have been given this book when I was not much more than a baby because it was one of those thick card books, all pictures and not many words. But I kept the book until I was at least 8 or 9, I kept it hidden I would have been very embarrassed if anyone had seen it.
The book was an obsession, I was fascinated with the illustrations of the ginger cat. They were only drawings but very lifelike but all the other characters in the book were cartoon like, for the life of me I cant remember the title of the book or the name of the cat.
Any way, as you will probably guess I wanted a ginger cat so when my neighbors cat had a litter of six kittens, two of which were ginger, I just had to have one. So I did choose my cat.
I did think of calling him McVite (ginger nuts) but went for ginger George instead, but I normally just call him George. And now that he has fully grown he does look remarkably like I remember that ginger cat in that book.
George is the best of cats, I'm glad that having that book all those years ago made me choose him.
I always have liked cats and most pet animals but I never really thought of getting a cat for myself.
About 5 years ago there was a young couple in the flat upstairs to mine. They had a ginger cat, a Tom named Nobby, and as far as I knew they thought the world of him. But they could not have cared too much because when they left they abandoned him.
What they told me, on the day that they moved out, was that someone would call round later to pick Nobby up. Nobody came for the cat that day and the next day when I got back home from work Nobby was still around. They had left a sash window open a crack for the cat to climb in and out, he could get to the ground off of the flat roof of my kitchen.
I left some scraps and water out for Nobby and contacted the landlord to find out the new address of Nobbys owners. He said he could not give that to me. Well, I thought, it looks like I am now Nobbys owner.
So you see I did not exactly choose Nobby or even choose to have a cat but I certainly would choose him, I would really miss him if he wasn't around and could never abandon him I don't know how his last owners could have done that.
I don't know how old Nobby is but he is still very fit and active. He has been neutered and is in good health. He comes in and goes out as he pleases. I did get him a litter tray but he never used it as he goes outside, so I got rid of it. He has never made a mistake indoors. Yes I would have chosen Nobby, I think the world of him.