Lost Cat
Today, I discovered that I wonderfully fluffy cat that I thought was lost (saw her on the street a couple times on my way to work, and her tag was from 30 blocks away) apparently lives at the toy store a block down. She was sleeping on the display of stationary packages, and in revenge for me waking her up and petting her, she rubbed fur all over my coat. Good times.
This cat looks like the kind that was in the movie Men In Black. An old man was walking by in the aisle as I happened to notice the cat so well camouflaged around colored paper and cartoon drawings of cute animals eliciting get-well emotions, and he smiled in said he had one just like that. Older, but the same type. He walked away, smiling, and I wondered if his cat had grey whiskers just like his hair. And the young cat, which I, the youngin', stopped to pet, did not, just like me.
Funny, the world is, sometimes. I wonder what he was there to buy.
This cat looks like the kind that was in the movie Men In Black. An old man was walking by in the aisle as I happened to notice the cat so well camouflaged around colored paper and cartoon drawings of cute animals eliciting get-well emotions, and he smiled in said he had one just like that. Older, but the same type. He walked away, smiling, and I wondered if his cat had grey whiskers just like his hair. And the young cat, which I, the youngin', stopped to pet, did not, just like me.
Funny, the world is, sometimes. I wonder what he was there to buy.