Well, since (lucky, lucky!) Cow, Bunny, Indy and Cleo happened to be sleeping at the pantry, I stealthily tiptoed to the back door, quickly closed it (with security latch, yes) and equally stealthily and quietly closed the sliding windows as well (also latched) and...
Yay!! Ginger is in!!
Tiger: Hello, hello, my friend. Welcome to our home!
Pole was sitting in her basket at her apartment and was quite surprised.
What are you doing in here? Lost your way or something?
Ginger wanted to explore the apartment, of all places.
Tabs: I dub thee, Sir Ginger, for thy courageous act. Rise, Sir Ginger!
The newly knighted Sir Ginger continues exploring the, er... apartment.
He decided he likes to be on the same level as Pole.
Pole appears to be quite unhappy with this intrusion.
Chill, Pole. He's no threat at all.
Ginger finally came down and took a nap on the mat.
But wait, Pole seems to be communicating with someone at the pantry....
Hard to believe what actually happened, but Pole then went under the bench (where she is shielded) and launched a growling war on Ginger. Pole was growling, which I've never quite heard before, in her 8 years. And she was getting fiercer, so I figured it's time to take Ginger out. Knighted though he may be, when it comes to the Cows, one had better play it safe.
So, Ginger went back out, after a happy trip inside.
Then, it thundered and all the cats wanted to come inside, so the timing was just right.
And that's girl-soldier, Pole (who had single-handedly battled with the gingerly intruder), under the sheets and Bunny on his security mat during the rain.