The Typewriting Cat For a while Pinky's chief pastime was sparring with Ginger. These sparring matches were spectacular, and it was hard for any member of the family to get any work done, for of course everyone had to watch. The minute Ginger and Pinky got out in the morning they started their sparring, which usually took place on the little boardwalk in front of the stoop. Pinky would fall to right away. Pretending fury, she plastered back her ears, stood on her hind legs, and, giving the impression she was battling for her life, she socked at Ginger again and again. It was lucky that Ginger had had so much training with the cats of Cranbury or he might have made a poor showing. But he was very nimble and turned round and round, giving short happy yelps and hitting Pinky now and then lightly with his paw. Ginger was not a big dog and he was graceful, but compared to Pinky he seemed gigantic and clumsy. The Pyes were not the only watchers. Pinky and Ginger usually had a large audience, and the larger it was, the better they sparred.
