Meet Ginger, he's our adopted cat, ours for a while.
He belongs to our landlords little girls and while they are all living abroad Ginger had to stay behind so we offered to have him stay with us. A perfect scenario for everyone. Our landlord gets peace of mind and Ginger didn't have to go to a new home or be uprooted at all from his own and we get an extra furry friend to join our happy little bunch of misfits.
He is a lovely placid two year old Tom cat. We wondered how he would react when we moved in with our two cats and three tearaway dogs, but the first time they all met and they rushed towards him backing and hissing, he lay on his back showed his tummy to the world and meowed ..... and they all stopped dead in their tracks.
He is like a Buddhist cat. He is calm and collected, walks slowly to where he wants to go, leaps up stealthily and settles within minutes. You pick him up from the chair you want to sit on and he lays limply in your arms until you place him where you want him to be, and he sighs quietly and goes straight back to sleep.
He has his moments, and likes nothing better than a game of hunt with Archie, but not for him the mad chase and the swift despatch of a tiny being...... he is content to play the game and leave Archie to the kill.
And then when energy has been expended and manly cat duties accomplished, they curl up together on the office chair (and yes, in this case on top of Lovely Hubby's hat) and fall into serene pussycat sleeps.