Gingersnapped!
May 31st 2010 21:00
I hadn’t seen my boys for a fortnight, although Brett has been giving me updates. I finally got my kitty fix last night. As soon as Brett answered the door I went in search of the cats. To my disappointment, Brett told me his nephew had just been here and he must have let them out.
With no feline in sight, I sat down and started watching TV with Brett. He is the sort of person who must have the TV on, regardless of whatever is on. Brett offered me some biscuits – ironically they were gingersnaps. As I nibbled away, Brett said, “Gingersnap will come back. As for Butterscotch…”
“Great,” I said. After reading about the cat that was microwaved to death and other such atrocities against animals, I don’t like the idea of my boys roaming around at night. Even though Brett says his neighbours love them, I can’t shake off the fear that someday they will be met with foul play.
After half an hour later, I heard a soft thud. I went out to the backyard and there was Gingersnap. He walked in with me following and then he came up to me and head butted my leg before doing the same thing to my hand.
“Do you think he recognises me?” I asked Brett.
“When he goes out and I find him on the street and call out to him he will come over so he must.”
Later on, Gingersnap started nipping at my hand. Unused to that kind of behaviour from him, I took my hand away.
“He won’t bite,” said Brett. “He’s just playing.” Not like Butterscotch who really will sink his teeth into people…
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