After leaving my rented accommodation at St. Julian’s road, I realised I had more photographs of Ginger than that of Leo.
Now you will ask me who is Ginger?
He was the homeless cat (or at-least he tricked us into thinking so) who developed a close bond with the residents of 4A, St. Julian’s Road.
During my six months on St. Julian’s Road, Ginger kept us surprised, intrigued, entertained and at worst … hungry. If you read below, you will understand why :
Persuasive – He knew how to pull his best face to get you to part with food and milk. This didn’t happen once but several times a day.
Creative – Ginger had unusual ways of surprising you. I was often left wondering what’s going to be his next approach. It was hard to gauge how and when he arrived. He used a different expression to show his preference for ‘milk’ or ‘fish’.
Persistent: Despite efforts to try to ask him to leave, he was persistent. He had an unusual knack for getting what he wanted. I can almost assure you 9 out of 10 times he didn’t return home hungry.
Independent: You would find Ginger walking the streets of St. Julian’s Road at any-time – day or night. Winter, spring summer or autumn – he was there bright and early at dawn or intrepidly walking the streets at dark. He drank his milk and vanished.
Focused: Unlike most cats, he preferred mortadella halal chicken salami, smoked mackerel, salmon and fresh milk. And if it was cat food, he wouldn’t budge. We called this high maintenance, nonetheless he couldn’t care.
Call it Quits: Nobody knew how to relax better than ginger. On a sunny day it wasn’t unusual to find ginger sunbathing among the wild-flowers, near the fountain or the garden table in our veranda.
Personality: In a period of six months, we developed a relationship that would probably be best described as that of a kindred spirit. In my absence, my flatmates would inform me of his visit. And likewise, I would miss him if I didn’t see him for too long.
Friendly: He developed a close bond with many of the housemates, its little wonder why everyone missed him. He was quick to win over people.
Allies and enemies: I thought foxes and cats were the enemy, not until I found ginger and the fox having an amicable conversation in the garden one day. And, incongruous, as it might seem, after a long conversation, he jumped onto the fox’s back, over the garden wall and he was gone. I was often intrigued.
I never quite understood Ginger, may be that’s why we all loved him.