G for Ginger
Yesterday's letter was T for Tortoiseshell. In the middle of an evening meeting in a local community hall, I was startled to see the tip of a tail bobbing through the door and under the meeting table. A local tortie "Miss" had decided she was going to join us, and proceeded to smooch any willing hand offered. It was very distracting, so I reluctantly picked her up and shooed her out. I didn't want a new member of staff for the community hall, however efficient she may be at mousing.