AnimalCare

It was yesterday.

And it did not happen outside (thank goodness!). It happened in the house, at the patio.

Ginger has been occupying the cage at the patio as his “property” ever since I used it to house Cow (after his dental) and also Bunny (after his dental). That was when Ginger started going in to occupy it.

Before this, nobody went into the patio cage. It was an understanding that that cage is the sick bay. Only sick people went in. Hence, no un-sick person of sound mind would go in.

Coincidentally, this very cage was also the cage where Ginger occupied when he first came to our house to ask for help for his almost gangrenous paw wound due to a vicious bite from Mr Quack, the neighbourhood terrorist of the highest order (because even we humans were terrified of him). If Zurik was KGB, then Mr Quack would be in the ranks of, say, Genghis Khan or Atilla the Hun. If Zurik has menacing eyes, Mr Quack’s was ten times more terrifying.

So it was yesterday that I noticed Ginger hadn’t come for dim sum for a few hours, but I didn’t look for him because sometimes he does take long naps.

It was only when there was a thunderstorm that I started looking for everyone.

Well, I found everyone except Ginger.

Finally, I found him – he was “trapped” in the cage.

Now, nobody trapped him there. The door of the cage was merely “almost closed”. It was definitely not locked at all. All Ginger would have had to do would be to nudge the door open with his snout or paw. That was all.

But he didn’t know how to do it.

Ginger, are you a cat or what??

So, he remained stuck there and when found him, he was sitting up, looking very anxious and I could almost hear him say, “I’m trapped!!  I’m trapped!!  Why didn’t anyone come look for me???  Do you know how long I’ve been TRAPPED here??!!!”

I am almost sure Daffodil would have smacked him on the head as she was often fond of doing those days.  “You silly boy, just push the door open, for goodness’ sake!”, she might have said.

So I opened the door, and Ginger rushed to the kitchen. He wasn’t afraid of any thunderstorm, he had missed a few rounds of dim sum!!

Gimme, gimme, gimme….dim sum!!

Yes, he ate no less than three helpings of dim sum!

There he is again, this morning, in the cage.

Let’s hope he doesn’t “trap” himself again!

So, HOW can we let him out of Stargate2, right?  No wonder Daffodil spent her lifetime looking after Rosie and Ginger and did not abandon them throughout their lives.

When I was young, I used to watch a cartoon called ThunderCats. I wonder if anyone remembers this show…

There was thunder this afternoon. Where were all the cats?

I know Zurik is terrified of Thunder. So I put him into the carrier, but he didn’t want that, so I let him find his own safe place and he decided to just do this (photo above). Later, I went upstairs and Zurik accompanied me up as my bodyguard. Whether he needed my company or he was providing me company, I don’t know but I’d like to think he was doing his duty of keeping me safe, as he always does, during my taiji practice at the park. My bodyguard.

Cleo was hiding. Bunny is partially afraid of thunder too, but Indy isn’t at all. He just came in because everyone else came in.

Cow is VERY afraid of Thunder. His bomb shelter is behind the door. When Tabs lived in Bunny’s Place, Tabs had to share this place with Cow. That was double-fear for poor Tabs – she is already afraid of thunder and to have Cow right behind her too?

Pole is under the bench, in hiding.

Heidi is not afraid of thunder.

Heidi is not afraid of ANYTHING except….Bunny. Yes, Heidi is terrified of Bunny. For two days now, I caught Heidi bullying Zurik (next story).

Tabs is hiding inside the storeroom, her bomb shelter.

Where is Ginger? I could not find him anywhere until I looked outside and guess what, he had gone into the cage (his sick bay) but the door somehow got closed. Just “closed” but not locked at all. In fact, he was partially closed and Ginger did not know how to push it open! So, he thought he was trapped inside. Sigh…nobody trapped you, Ginger. You are NOT trapped. The door isn’t locked.

Ginger was eagerly waiting for someone to “rescue” and “release” him from the cage. Silly boy…

So, I “released” him. And was he afraid of thunder?  No, not in the least.

He came whining in…

He was very hungry!!!