Gingersnapped! (Again)
December 21st 2010 21:00
Brett is still planning on moving so I go over to his place whenever I can to spend my last cherished moments with my favourite boys. I was disappointed, though, when Brett let me inside to see there were no felines to be found.
“Where are the boys?” I asked.
I spun around and almost jumped at the sight of Gingersnap lying next to the microwave.
“Where’s Butterscotch?” I asked.
Brett simply said, “He’s in here” but later on he took me into the bed room and there was my boy, asleep on Brett’s doona.
It had been a month since I had last seen them but you wouldn’t have known that from the lack of interest Butterscotch showed me. Even when he was awake, he simply ignored me and Brett. It was the opposite with Gingersnap; finding him on top of the vacuum cleaner that sat on top of Brett’s washing machine, I stroked him only to find he wanted to head butt my hand. I picked him up and carried him into the bedroom so he could be with his best feline friend. Gingersnap kicked me just as I got to the bedroom. I put him next to Butterscotch and later on he came close to me. I went to stroke him and he bit my wrist.
When I told Brett, all he said was, “So he should.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Butterscotch does all the fighting. It’s about time Gingersnap got involved.”
All this time, Brett was cradling Butterscotch in his arms and kissing his head. When I reached for my camera, Brett said, “No pictures. Butterscotch doesn’t want any pictures.” Instead, I ended up with this glorious shot of Gingersnap.
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