My 1st cat was called Mimi. She was around when I was born and throughout my childhood. She was ginger orange with short floret tail like a pom pom. She had a limp too but that never stopped her.
When I was young, about 3-4 years old, I would wrap Mimi up in a blanket and pretended she was a baby. She didn't mind but once I put her down she'll shoot off till dinner time. Happy days~
Back to the present.
Here is a cat I found in a fruit shop. Gentle fella. Shall we call him Mr. Ginger?
See his sweet smile?
I feel sad as he is having skin problems and the fruit stall owner is kind of mean to him.
He doesn't really bother much. No irritating constant mews. He just sits there and looks at you. Probably using his mind-control powers.