Introducing Morris
Morris is my new cat friend. He has not replaced Rainer; he is just supplementing him.
(The deal with Rainer is, he lives in Brooklyn, which is a bit of a pain to get to. We have to take a special train to get there; it's too far to walk. And the last two times we tried to go, the train wasn't working. So Fate seems aligned against us.)
Morris lives in Manhattan, at a vitamin/health food store. I saw him once before, munching out back from his silver bowl. I patted him then and he wagged his tail, but he was mostly involved with his food.
Tonight he was in a special box near the front of the store, where he could observe everyone coming and going. I said, "Hi, Morris," and patted him repeatedly. He likes being patted with the grain, not against. When I tried the latter, he looked askance at my hand, so I went back to regular-style patting. His tail thumped up and down against the floor of the box.
I call him Morris because he looks like Morris the Cat from the old commercials. He seems to respond to it, although maybe he just likes being greeted.
While I was patting him, a man who was not all there came in and started making a high-pitched, piercing noise, like an emergency broadcasting device. Most disconcerting of all, he stared at me while he made the sound. I decided the best thing to do was ignore him.
We saw another crazy-looking person on the way home, but she just wanted to know why the Empire State Building was red. I was wondering the same thing.
(The Empire State Building is floodlit different colors, but it usually corresponds with a holiday. Easter is especially cool; it has a striped pastel thing going on.)
(The deal with Rainer is, he lives in Brooklyn, which is a bit of a pain to get to. We have to take a special train to get there; it's too far to walk. And the last two times we tried to go, the train wasn't working. So Fate seems aligned against us.)
Morris lives in Manhattan, at a vitamin/health food store. I saw him once before, munching out back from his silver bowl. I patted him then and he wagged his tail, but he was mostly involved with his food.
Tonight he was in a special box near the front of the store, where he could observe everyone coming and going. I said, "Hi, Morris," and patted him repeatedly. He likes being patted with the grain, not against. When I tried the latter, he looked askance at my hand, so I went back to regular-style patting. His tail thumped up and down against the floor of the box.
I call him Morris because he looks like Morris the Cat from the old commercials. He seems to respond to it, although maybe he just likes being greeted.
While I was patting him, a man who was not all there came in and started making a high-pitched, piercing noise, like an emergency broadcasting device. Most disconcerting of all, he stared at me while he made the sound. I decided the best thing to do was ignore him.
We saw another crazy-looking person on the way home, but she just wanted to know why the Empire State Building was red. I was wondering the same thing.
(The Empire State Building is floodlit different colors, but it usually corresponds with a holiday. Easter is especially cool; it has a striped pastel thing going on.)
Comments
Hi, Morris!
Too bad about Rainer. Your special train is like my magical doorway -- not always accessible.
I like the idea of a magic doorway, though.