Wet Gingersnap
June 6th 2010 21:00
It’s raining outside one night and I am waiting for my favourite boys to come home. There is no sign of Butterscotch but it does not take long for Gingersnap to come home. Look at him. Here he comes. This little ginger coloured wet cat.
I stroke his back, feeling the wetness of the fur. Gingersnap purrs at me and head butts my legs. I hold out my hand and he head butts that as well. I then leave him alone so he can roam the house. After a while, Gingersnap lies on Brett’s pillow and starts cleaning himself. I go over to be with him. I stroke him and notice one or two fleas on his head. Gingersnap keeps purring and looks at me with his Siamese-y eyes. I put my face next to him and notice how his fur smells of tuna. Where is Butterscotch? Several times I hear what sounds like a cat coming inside the house but Brett tells me it’s his neighbour’s foot steps. Where is my boy? An hour passes and he still hasn’t come home. It’s getting late and it’s time for me to go home. I leave without seeing my other feline friend. I miss you, Butterscotch. I hope you come home soon.
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