Grey One
January 31st 2012 21:00
Weeks after I decided to make the GTC my wife, I had a late night fling with a cat I’ve named Grey One.
Whilst I was heading to the city to watch St Marys Cathedral being lit up with the Christmas light show, I noticed a couple ahead of me. They stopped in front of a terrace house and crouched down, making little squeaks. That said one thing: There was a cat around.
I crouched down with them. They were stroking something.
“Let the lady touch her,” said the guy to his girlfriend.
I reached out and stroked something furry. In the dark, I managed to make out a grey coloured cat. I noticed its coat was not as silky as Butterscotch and Gingersnap’s. In fact, it felt kind of rough, like the GTC’s. I can understand the GTC having rough fur since she rolls around on the ground all day long and is a street cat. But this cat was obviously a pet with a metallic collar which had a bell on it.
“Evening,” said the girlfriend as the couple got up to leave.
“Evening,” I replied.
When I returned from St Marys, Grey One was still there. I got to stroke her many, many times. I have never met such an active cat; she simply could not stay still which meant I had to take about twenty photos just to get one of her face. Or maybe she’s just camera shy, like her relative Gingersnap. And, like Gingersnap, she could not stop purring. Unlike Gingersnap, though, her purring did not sound like an engine. A pig grunting would have been a better description.
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