Life in NYC

Every once in a while, I run out of things to blog about, but Manhattan provides its own fodder. Today I was walking along and a man came tearing out of the grocery store with bags in his hands. Another man followed fast on his heels, also with bags, screaming "DAVE! DAVE!" Heads turned. Since it was in my neighborhood, we all assumed it was a lover's spat. Then a police car pulled up to the lights. The guy crossing the street next to me alerted the cop: "A guy just ran after another guy yelling, 'THIEF! THIEF!' They went that way."

Well, it's a good thing there are non-deaf citizens to help the cops out.

Also, last night I almost got run down by a cyclist. I think it was a delivery boy. He was shooting right down the middle of the street as I was crossing. I was rattled, so I yelled, "What is wrong with you? @!%^#$!" There was a witness - a guy in a pink knitted cap, smoking a cigarette. "I seen him," he told me. "I seen him, and he was in the wrong."

That made me laugh for some reason.

And finally, happiness is a warm cat. Rainer was perfectly well-adjusted today. My pants weren't wet, so he snuggled up with me for a long time, but he didn't freak out (at least in a mewing way) when I left. Instead, he was crafty! When I uncoiled one leg, he stayed on the other leg as long as possible, till I slipped it out from under him. Then he tried to lie down on my Strand bag. He is a smart cat.