I am an adorable, sweet, gentle 5-month old male kitten that turned up from nowhere! I got my name because Fred Astaire was being brought inside - just before I arrived. He's a handsome fellow in a tux who already had his name. I was such a sweet pretty little kitty, everyone thought I was a girl, so the name "Ginger Rogers" was chosen! However - surprise....!! I turned out to be a boy! That's OK - we still make a pretty tight little dance team!! I am lucky to be alive, as I came in totally by fluke. My rescuer was trying to bring another cat inside, when all of a sudden, my life changed. I had been outside for a while, and smelled some yummy food. I went to investigate and quickly gobbled some down because I was so hungry. The next thing I knew, everything got very scarey..... I suddenly found myself in a pen, and was very unhappy. I wailed and hissed to be let out. I was then taken to the vet's - where I poked and prodded, examined, de-wormed, de-fleaed and vaccinated. From there, I went to my foster home, and there I changed and became the most loving little boy. I would get so excited for attention - that I would be all over anyone who wanted to give me attention. Not right away though - you have to earn my trust! When someone patted me, I drooled all over the place with pleasure! I need a bib, as I do tend to get quite soaked with the more pats I get! I also kneaded everything and everyone. [It is suspected that I do this because I was taken away from my mother at a young age. No one knows how a baby like me ended up getting lost outside though.....? No one claimed me or was even looking for me..... :-( ] I even knead when I eat, although I may grow out of this habit. In my early days, despite being as hungry as I was, I was not able to eat unless I was patted. My foster had to stand beside me and pat me - for me to eat! It was quite tricky getting pictures of me - because I was so excited of the attention. Each time my photographer tried to get a picture, I thought this was an opportunity for cuddles, so I jumped in her lap, perched on her shoulder, rubbed my face on my photographer's face, tried to wrestle her hand away from the camera so it could give me pats instead.... I stuck my nose all over the camera, so there were lots of pictures of just my nose! I love tummy rubs, and can't get enough of those. I was quite lonely by myself in my foster room, and cried a lot at the beginning. I didn't want to be left by myself and needed lots of attention. I was promised a friend, but it took a while for Fred to join me. And when my buddy Fred Astaire arrived, I was pretty scared of him at first. He was pretty ticked about everything, and made it known that he was unhappy. I hid from him and ignored him until he cooled down. Then one day, he joined me at my perch on the window ledge, and that was it! We became fast friends and now we are very bonded to each other. If I get scared from hearing a scarey noise, or meeting a big new scarey person, I hide behind my Fred for protection. In fact, I now prefer Fred's company to my foster's - much to her chagrin. I still like getting my affection from her, but Fred & I love playing together! We have become a great little dance team, and would love to be adopted into a permanent home together - preferably into a home with friendly kitties for us to play with! We will keep you & your cat(s) entertained with our dancing!
