Vincent Farnsworth 6:31 p.m., Dec. 4
October 24th, 2009 A.D.C.
Tonight I met somecat. I was sitting in the window, watching the Uprighters wander by acting suspiciously giddy and goofy-
(Poster's Note: They were drunk.)
-and along came this gorgeous strapping tomcat.
(Poster's Note: Okay, I think I know where this is going. Last night one of the neighborhood strays walked by, a really cool and friendly Siamese. He crossed the street to my side, which he rarely does, and sat below the window. I assume Stella's movement caught his eye. That's when they started talking.)
So we started talking. He was telling me about the neighborhood so I recruited him to be my eyes. You know, since Two Legs insists on keeping the Feline down by locking me in this box. Anyway.
He told me his name is Dexter. Here is part of our conversation last night:
ME: So what's your name?
DEXTER: Dexter. Yours?
ME: Stella. Do you reside in this area?
DEXTER: Yeah. Your uprighter doesn't let you out, hunh?
ME: No. I have gotten out the door once or twice but they always dead-end.
(Poster's Note: The building I live in requires a code to get in the front door into the hallway that leads to the apartment. It only adds to the comfort of knowing that if Stella gets out, most likely she's not going far.)
ME: So how many of you are there?
DEXTER: Strays? Well, there's Sam who looks like a tiger, and Willa, who is really mean. She thinks she runs the place. Oh, and a recent addition but no one knows his name. He just started hanging out here.
ME: Do you guys go far?
DEXTER: Only a couple blocks or so and maybe a few ventures into the park. Why?
ME: Just curious.
DEXTER: Yeah, I know the feeling.
So after a few more meows, Dexter agreed to help me tell you about this neighborhood through a feline's eyes. Unfortunately he didn't go into detail this time but when he comes back again, I'll get some details for you.
"One cat just leads to another." ~~ Ernest Hemingway