When David had stopped stroking and petting him and checked to see if the cage needed to be cleaned, Tezka walked towards Sparky, purring and rubbing against the bars like a cat. Most Enders didn’t act so feral as he did, but he was raised as if he was a wild animal, and instead of learning the ways of his kind from Elders, he’d just had to follow his own instincts and urges.
Nobody ever listened to the “Do not pet or feed” signs, and by this point the zookeepers and workers had just given up enforcing the rule. He’d never hurt anybody, and seemed to love the attention.
He reached out of the bars towards Sparky, purring louder and letting out a soft chirr. He lay down pressed against the bars, still watching him.
“Aren’t you going to eat, bud?” David asked, walking over to try to catch the Ender’s attention. He brought one of the pieces of meat over. But at the moment he was more interested in trying to get attention from the human on the other side of the bars, then eating his meal.