Smelly Cat - No, Ginger Cat - Yes!

Today's post is about one of the two ginger cats I named this blog after! The day I created my blog, these two ginger cats, regulars on my neighbourhood's streets,  were bullying my pet cat. Half my evening was spent in shooing them away and hence the 'inspiration' for my blog's name. Anyway, since they actually have a blog named after them I thought it fit to write about one of them, the one who's a regular house-breaker and nuisance-maker in my part of the neighbourhood. The other mans the southern part of my neighbourhood and is not seen as frequently in my part of town. 


For starters - he will be referred to as 'The Ginger Cat' - is a burly, almost muscular looking tomcat. He has a light ginger coloured coat and white paws that contrast so strongly with his seemingly black and beady eyes. There's stealth in those eyes, and an aware alertness. Though he's quick and agile like the rest of his ilk, it just seems like his spurs have wings because he seems quicker, faster and stronger. But we all know why he seems faster and tougher.


He's my grandmom and mom's bane! Oh woe! he sneaks in and drinks up all the milk in the kitchen if they forget to store it away in the 'havadan' or the refrigerator. No, wait. He's the maid's bane too! She'd love to frighten him with her broom and gleefully shoo him away for all the extra work he causes. He always turns our garbage inside-out, spilling everything all over the clean stone floor. We once found some of his leftover meal that he was relishing on our staircase, the internal organs of God-knows which animal, eewwww!
I'm sure he's more than a couple of years older than my pet and loves to bully him around and get into catfights with him. He also loves sneaking into our house and polishing off my pet's cat food at every available opportunity. And then he runs with all his extra might, when we catch catch him red-handed.


There's not a house left in this part of my neighbourhood that he hasn't left his paw-prints in. The bakery, one house away is his favourite haunt, understandably.
I have to narrate this one incident though. Spending an evening on my terrace, as usual, I spotted the ginger cat in the street that hugs the wall of our house. He was purposefully walking toward the little gap in our gate through which he would then make his way in. Out of nowhere, a dog jumped right in front of him blocking his path. Both of us - the ginger cat below and me on my terrace above - were stunned at the suddenness of it all . Legs drawn slightly apart, face focussed on its prey, the dog was ready to give the ginger cat the chase of his life. I picked a tiny stone and was just aiming to throw it and distract the dog when a passer-by on the street shooed away the dog on seeing the scene and walked by. A second's reprieve was all he needed and the ginger cat was gone. Phew!


There are bullies to bully the bully!
But even so, I was relieved.


The pesky thing still comes by everyday and is up to his usual nuisance, but then, where'd be the variety in our mundane lives without the ginger cat?!    
Is he a fighter and a survivor?...heck, no! He's the King of the Streets! All Hail the Ginger Cat!