Ginger is Mrs Monk’s sister Polly’s cat. We have learnt to give Ginger a wide birth, since she has a mean streak. We have been here in Polly’s house in Maryland, for a few days now and we have the scars to prove it.
Unlike Cat Flap Charlie who play-fights with our stockinged feet or a toy mouse, Ginger enjoys the real fight-club thing, but sly with it also. Like most cats she will accept a little chin petting for a brief moment before she lashes out, claws fully extend, and the hissing teeth, and the blood lust.
With each attempt to befriend the beast, her attacks become more cunning and less predictable.
I tried to play with her by tossing a toy mouse in the air. She joined in with the fun and we seemed to be bonding reasonably well, but then, with no warning she lashed out with claws fully extended puncturing my arm once again.
I retired to the bathroom, rinsed off the blood under the tap and looked at my selection of Ginger marks. Approach Ginger, gingerly.
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