Ginger or Not Ginger that is the question
I told this to Equusmaxiums and he suggested I tell the story here.
One fine warm October morning I was giving our horses water. Our cat Ginger was outside at the time (she is an indoor cat). When I paused to get my strength to lift the water pail (it sure is heavy) out from under the travel trailer comes a cat. Now this cat looks like our cat Ginger but something is not quite right. So I said "Ginger?". She looks at me like "yes, what is it you want?". Then it hit me. She was filthy. Here she had rolled in dirt and was completely covered. And I mean completely. Thank god the dirt brushed away and leaving our bright coloured cat behind.
One fine warm October morning I was giving our horses water. Our cat Ginger was outside at the time (she is an indoor cat). When I paused to get my strength to lift the water pail (it sure is heavy) out from under the travel trailer comes a cat. Now this cat looks like our cat Ginger but something is not quite right. So I said "Ginger?". She looks at me like "yes, what is it you want?". Then it hit me. She was filthy. Here she had rolled in dirt and was completely covered. And I mean completely. Thank god the dirt brushed away and leaving our bright coloured cat behind.