The GTC’s Identity is Finally Revealed
February 25th 2010 21:00
For months I have nicknamed the cat whose name I don’t know the GTC (Grouchy Tuxedo Cat). Coming home one night, I saw a man feeding her. I could not turn down the opportunity to find out more about her. I quickly approached the man and asked him if she was his cat, despising myself for asking such a stupid question. To my surprise, he said no. It turns out the GTC was a stray who turned up outside his block of units. Since he was a cat lover – to the point where he had gotten cat tattoos on his arm – he tried to find out who she belonged to. No one knew so he started feeding her. She has been living outside his block of units ever since.
Eighteen months on, he is now looking for other people to help feed the GTC, who he has now named Blanche. He told me he was thinking about calling the Cat Protection Society and seeing if they could find Blanche a home. I was about to offer to help chip in for the food when his mobile rang. He waved goodbye to me and off I went. I came back several minutes later, hoping he had now completed his call but he had already gone.
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