Ginger Tom


There's a whisper down the line at 11.39

When the Night Mail's ready to depart,

Saying `Skimble where is Skimble has he gone to hunt the thimble?

We must find him or the train can't start.'

All the guards and all the porters and the stationmaster's daughters

They are searching high and low,

Saying `Skimble where is Skimble for unless he's very nimble

Then the Night Mail just can't go.'


Ginger Tom spent two years hanging around our house and we couldn`t befriend or catch him. One evening I was putting out his food and I looked at him, he looked roughed up and sick. I went out the next day and bought a trap. I didn`t think he'd get in but I had to try. In went the food and I hadn't even closed the door of the house when...SNAP.... I looked out the door and GT was in the cage. I ran him down to the vet and told him it was a spay/neuter release, which I fully intended it to be. They fixed him up, even removing a broken tooth that the vet said must have really been hurting him, poor thing. As soon as he was ready to be released, I picked him up and let him go. That night I heard a flap of the cat door and he was in the house eating at the cat food station. He is now a full house cat. He is very timid, but getting more used to being patted.

First of all, there's the name that the family use daily..............Ginger Tom

But I tell you, a cat needs a name that's particular..................Oscar

Deep and inscrutable singular Name.....................................GT