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...cident, but fortunately was accompanied with another kitty. While they are not brothers, they came from the same home, a farm that had hordes of kitties, all born about the same time. Immediately, Ginger took to the new arrival. From the very beginning, they were inseparable; you never saw one that you didn’t see the other. They slept together, ate together, and played together. Again, obviously being gender illiterate, I failed to recognize the sex of this little bundle, until she too, was neutered like a he. Initially she/he was named Spice, to coincide with Ginger’s name. Fortunately for Spice, he took on to many characteristics that were unbefitting to his name, and his name was rapidly changed to Mikey; he would eat anything, just like the cereal kid. The best part about Mikey was he chose to be the protector for Ginger, hence my second category of cats. Mikey followed Ginger around like a mother hen trying to protect her chicks. He made sure Ginger got his share of the food, warmed him when he thought he was chilly, and even bathed him several times a day. With all this attention, you could see Ginger nurture. Although he is, and will probably always be insecure, he was able to survive in this zany household. He now frolics around the house, and occasionally even picks a fight on his own free will. His is still real picky about what he eats, and when, but he does fine now. My little protectors job was really huge upon his arrival. Since they were brought home the same day, both Mikey and Ginger were introduced to the # 1 hellcat of the world. Ginger really needed Mikey’s protection against this cat whom I had named Ma. Ma thought she ruled the roost, but Mikey soon showed her a thing or two. Whenever Ma would try to taunt Ginger, Mikey jumped right in and put a halt to all of Ma’s fun. Mikey would hide Ginger in the blankets, or cuddle with him on the couch, probably thinking Ma wouldn’t be able to find him. Now Ma has a personality not seen in many cats, therefore giving me a reason for the third category of cats. She too was the runt of her litter; but she took on a totally different outlook on life. People seeing her for the first time, are scared to death of her. She makes it a point to lunge at them, hiss, and bar her teeth, all at the same time. Occasionally, she even does this to me, but I know her better than most. I know that she is all blow; it is just a scare tactic to make me think she is the queen of the household. If she were a dog, I would say her bark is worse than her bite, but since she is a cat, let’s just her meow is worse than her nip. When anyone comes to the house, she makes it a point to let them know they don’t belong here. My family call her the demon cat from hell, and all the talking in the world isn’t going to convince them otherwise. Although her exterior appears to be tough, she is as mild as a baby. She will sit on my lap for hours and lets me scratch her behind the ears, or pet her coat until it glistens. If I didn’t know she was a cat, it would think she really was a dog. We’ve all had dogs that protect the house when we are gone. People come to the door and a dog barks ferociously. Well Ma is just as bad. When the...