The Comeback Queen Part-4

Weeks later, Ginger was back to her old self—and then some. She strutted around the yard with the confidence of someone who had cheated death. But something was different. She was… clingier. She’d follow me everywhere, even into the bathroom. One morning, as I sipped my coffee, she hopped onto the table and snatched my toast. I yelled, “Ginger!” and she squawked back as if to say, “You owe me, buddy.” I couldn’t help but laugh. But the best part? She started doing this thing where she’d climb onto my lap and fall asleep. A chicken, napping like a cat. It was the most absurd, heartwarming thing I’d ever seen.