Green Eyes

Coldham Fintan Noose III, nicknamed Fin, reeled back from the garbage bin.  Something was inside the bin and staring at him.

Was it a rat? Fin shuddered at the thought. Since he wanted to get at the bottom of it he approached the bin cautious.  Huge green eyes in a small red furred face were looking at him curious. Fin laughed relieved. It was a cat - to be precise a kitten. It meowed at him.  Fin picked it up and wrinkled his nose, when he pulled out the cat. It stank to heaven and the fur was sticky. Fin wondered how the animal had ended up in the bin.  Had it unnoticed sneaked in? Fin didn't think so. Holding it at arm’s length he set the kitten onto the ground and wanted to leave it to its own device. The cat had different ideas. It cocked it's head and then started brushing Fin's legs.  Fin sighed.  He got rid of his trash as planned, nearly knocking over the kitten, who was in the way.  Fin swore. The kitty was still trying to get attention and affection from Fin, who wasn't interested at all and didn't like animals specifically. Fin tried to shoo her  away, but the small cat simply followed. Fin didn't know what to do with the own minded creature. He tried to get as fast as possible into the house without letting the cat in. He wasn't quick enough. She managed to slide in between his legs, nearly making Fin trip. He had a swear word lying on his tongue again, but stopped just in time, when he saw his one and a half year old daughter Casey toddling towards him. His chance of avoiding to take in the kitten had vanished. It was love on first sight. Casey's eyes lit up with delight and she shouted: "Gad!" It meant cat. As fast as her short legs could carry her, she raced towards the red striped miniature tiger. The cat enjoyed the attention and didn't mind being squeezed hard. Casey wasn't bothered at all by the cat's smell or the stickiness. If Fin didn't want to break Casey's heart, he had to accept grudgingly he had now a pet. Since his wife welcomed the kitten with open arms too and mothered her, he didn't stand a chance.

Fin made it  clear he didn't want anything to do with the little intruder, so Frieda took the cat to the veterinary. It was a her and between eight to ten weeks old. She was healthy. The veterinary showed Frieda how she could get rid of the sticky stuff in the cat's fur.

Frieda and Casey named the cat Ginger. When she was a bit older she was neutered and received all necessary vaccinations.

Fin ignored Ginger. The cat really liked him, though, and won him slowly over. Ginger was always there, when Fin was sad or his emotions in turmoil. She had a sixth sense, when he needed undemanding company. Ginger liked to curl up on his lap. Stroking Ginger calmed Fin. Soon he couldn't imagine living without the new family member.

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