First She'll Steal Your Heart...

The assistant manager of our retail operator is one of those instantly likable persons one occasionally meets. She's cute, smart, and funny... just a real pleasure to work with. Today, when I got to work, she had a funny anecdote about our co-worker Ginger. Yesterday, our retail manager noticed some mouse droppings in her office, so Ginger was moved into the main building on-site (her usual 'beat' consists of a couple of outbuildings which need continual mousing services).

The assistant manager was sitting down to lunch, a chicken parmesan sandwich. Soon after she started her repast, the front doorbell rang. Thinking that Ginger was shut in the manager's office on rat mouse patrol, she didn't close her office door. When she got back to her office, Ginger was sprawled on her lunch, having eaten much of her sandwich and getting tomato sauce all over (the mousepad had to be pitched). Being a kindly soul, the assistant manager was more concerned that Ginger, an obligate carnivore, had eaten a whole lot of carbs. Note, this is not the first time Ginger has eaten someone's sandwich, so the general take on this is that we need not worry about our resident naughty kitty.

The legend of Ginger grows- she can be a real pain in the tuchis, but you just can't stay mad at her. First, she'll steal your heart, then she'll steal your lunch.