Here I am as a two-month-old kitten in Port Vila, Vanuatu, back in December 2006, when I was “rescued” by two tuna-toting Canadian humans. Then they decided that I needed to leave the tropics and move from SoPac (the warm South Pacific island paradise) to the colder, rainy grey Gulf Islands of NoPac (North Pacific).
At least up here I am “allowed” to go outside on this smaller island. Now I like to hunt mice, voles, and other Canadian creatures. Sometimes I eat them and sometimes I just torment my prey until they are dead. But I do miss eating geckos, with their little tails that would fall off first and then wiggle around on the floor….
(The above photo of George is courtesy of John Pope photography – who makes all cats, brides, and grooms look their best.)
Of course, I am much older and wiser than Jinja. Do I have to tell you this? I will not say how old I am or how I wound up living in this house on the Gulf Islands, where I have learned that I have to put up with Jinja. I know a good gig when I see one.
I sometimes come inside with dirty paws, from digging outside for whatever varmints I can find. Unlike Jinja, I eat what I find or give it to the humans as a gift (too bad they cannot hunt for themselves).
I am always hungry.
She started it – as usual.