Monday, January 26, 2009
Pour les gens qui aiment les chats
Everytime I ride my bike past a certain yard in Bourcefranc, there is a certain faucet covered in black and white plastic that strongly resembles a sitting cat. And everytime I ride past this certain yard with this certain faucet, it is certain that my heart will leap up into my throat as I prepare to rejoice over the presence of a cat. (Every true cat lover will know exactly what I mean). But alas! Thwarted again! Last night, after being tricked for what could conceivably be the 1,391st time, I fervently said to myself, "I wish you WERE a cat." I continued on my way and gave no further thought to the matter. Upon exiting the bank, my attention was arrested as I glanced across the street and saw an apparition that made me catch my breath. Sitting in the windowsill, regarding me intently, sat a black and white cat. A cat that looked as if it may have sprung to life from a certain plastic covered faucet. For a full minute I stared at faucet cat and truly believed that my wish had come true. But then I came to my senses and slowly turned my bicycle homewards. I'm sure faucet cat is out there somewhere waiting for me to believe in him again so that I can take him home and he can sit in my lap and purr.
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Je te suis exactement
Yes, I know that exact same faucet!! And it tricked me every time, too!! Granted, I have not stayed in Bourcefranc nearly as long as you. But I wished.
An interesting story for you about the proclamation and joy that comes with the sighting of a cat: I was sitting in my nursing research class, battling fatigue (as is inevitable in such a dull class as this one), when my professor looked out the window and exclaimed in an octave higher than her normal speech: "Oh look!! A kitty!!" We are kindred spirits now!! Kitty!!!
That's so cool!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOUR STORY
Did the kitty have spectacle-shaped eye markings? ;P
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