I have been in this room for 3 weeks now. I was starting to warm up to these people, but then they stuffed me in a box and took me to the v-e-t to be neutered. I have not yet forgiven them. They are continuing to try to be nice to me, but I'm still not letting them pet me or come near me.
I understand that Ginger was named after a cookie. Considering the humans around here recently fell to the charms of the Girl Scouts, the cookies around here are Samoas and Do-Si-Dos...can you imagine? I'm glad I'm already called Nigel. Very man-catly. Thank you Cat Blogosphere for helping to vote for my name, otherwise I could now be called Do-Si-Do.
For the past couple of weeks, I come out from behind the couch to eat, use my private litter box and look out the window. I sometimes let them catch a glimpse of me doing these things but only for a few seconds before I jump back behind the couch to my safe hiding place. They have discovered that I have a passion for extra sharp Vermont cheddar cheese. I think I might be able to use this to my advantage.
The cheese has gotten to me a bit since I have just now started to let the humans sit on the couch while I sit on the back. No touching yet, but I don't want them to think that I'm easy. I may be cheesy, but I'm not easy.