Since then, Ginger is only allowed in when the whole Bunny's gang is out at the Clubhouse with back door and window tightly shut. This seldom happens, though, and it only happens when I do tshirt stock-check because the titans cannot stand the smell of the plastic bag of the tshirts and this causes them to spray massively everywhere.
But Ginger always sits facing the grille, hoping against hope that he may be able to get in.
So, my son, Jia-Wen, brought him in today...
Ginger is already good friends with Tabs and Tiger as they all have breakfast together in the kitchen daily.
Ginger, meet Cleo. Cleo, meet Ginger.
Before we could get to the other cats, Jia-Wen said Ginger was always clawing into his arms and his heart was pounding really hard, so he quickly brought Ginger back out.
Tabs must be a real tough cookie, to have survived living amongst the titans for 3 years now.
Two of the titans.
Ginger, you are safer on your Carebears blankie.
The outside cats are a friendly lot, especially Timmy.