When we lived there, someone told Rose our cat had escaped and, knowing how bad Chris is, she went to retrieve him. It wasn’t until she was about to pick him up and bring him home did she realize the cat was not Chris.
When I saw him yesterday he even acted like Chris. He was perfectly comfortable with strangers. He let me pet him, he talked to me, he even rolled on his back like Chris does when he goes outside.
Perhaps ginger cats really are friendlier.