Ginger often sleeps right outside Bunny’s Grille.
I’ll get you, you orange fluff, I’ll get you.
And sometimes, Ginger even visits Bunny’s Place, supervised, of course. If not supervised, it would almost guarantee a trip to the vet’s with one or two cats. And if Cow joins in (any fight), there might be a trip to the human clinic for an anti-tetanus shot as well.
Indy: This is MY place, not yours.
Ginger: I actually don’t care. We’re being supervised, so you cannot do anything to me. And even if you do, are you so sure you can win? I already won in the last TWO times, remember?
Indy: Just you wait, Ginger Bird, just you wait!