Meet the Ginger

My roommate brought a new pet home last night: an overweight orange tom with the gender-inappropriate name of Ginger. She is babysitting him for a friend. Here is a misleadingly-cute picture:

Adorably plotting your downfall.

Note how he blends into the floorboards? That's called camouflage. People wear it when they're thinking about killing things. Apropos of nothing...Our other cat shot atop the refrigerator when Ginger arrived and hasn't come down since. Wonder why?

Anyway. Ginger makes 2 noises: an evil-sounding hiss/meow and something that approaches the scream of a human babe. My roommate slept with him in her room last night and never did fall asleep. I had to turn on a fan (in the dead of winter) to drown out the ruckus.

Needless to say, I love him and will be sad when he goes.