RE: Pup Pics
October 18, 2015 at 12:36 pm
(This post was last modified: October 18, 2015 at 12:50 pm by MTL.)
My sister's roommate had this great cat.
(For those of you following the "Feeling Pretty Gutted" thread, this is NOT the same sister....I have two).
His name was Cassidy.
He was a big, heavy, elderly tomcat, with a very wide face,
with big eyes...one of which he would always *wink* at you.
He did it often enough that it was mentioned to the vet at one annual visit,
but the vet could find nothing wrong.
He was jet black, but his fur was short and curiously matte in appearance...not glossy.
But he was very soft,
and he had a little white triangle on his chest, right under his chin.
He had a near-inaudible mew, which belied his great size.
It was more like a squeak.
He wasn't a big talker.
Cassidy was a sweetheart....super gentle, very affectionate, very laid-back.
And he always knew when you were sad, and would try to comfort you.
It was also a joke between my sister and her roommate that Cassidy had "pockets"
...because he was always stealing and relocating things...
but somehow you never saw him carrying anything.
Anyway, Cass was an indoor cat,
and one time he got out...while my sister was out of town.
Her roommate texted her in a panic, but there was nothing my sister could really do about it
from where she was, although she worried about Cass, too.
He was gone three days.
During that time, my sister was in downtown Toronto.
She was riding the streetcar one day,
and thinking sadly of missing Cassidy.
A tall but quite elderly man got on the streetcar.
He paid his fare and walked back, and seated himself not far from my sister.
He was apparently Old Country...maybe Italian...and he was quite nicely dressed,
wearing a prim, tailored, matte-black suit, and a bit of crisp white shirt showed above his vest.
He also wore a fedora.
I don't know if perhaps he noticed my sister looked a bit sad,
but in any event, he procured from his pocket a small brown paper bag,
full of individually-wrapped hard candies.
he very kindly leaned across the aisle, and smiled,
wordlessly holding the open bag toward my sister,
offering her a candy.
She smiled, took one, and thanked him.
He smiled, and tucked the paper bag back into his coat pocket,
...and winked at her.
A few stops later, he got up to disembark, smiled at her again,
and gave a little wave goodbye.
My sister smiled and waved.
Later that evening, just before my sister left to return home,
she received a relieved text from her roommate,
notifying her that Cassidy had just returned, on his own.
(For those of you following the "Feeling Pretty Gutted" thread, this is NOT the same sister....I have two).
His name was Cassidy.
He was a big, heavy, elderly tomcat, with a very wide face,
with big eyes...one of which he would always *wink* at you.
He did it often enough that it was mentioned to the vet at one annual visit,
but the vet could find nothing wrong.
He was jet black, but his fur was short and curiously matte in appearance...not glossy.
But he was very soft,
and he had a little white triangle on his chest, right under his chin.
He had a near-inaudible mew, which belied his great size.
It was more like a squeak.
He wasn't a big talker.
Cassidy was a sweetheart....super gentle, very affectionate, very laid-back.
And he always knew when you were sad, and would try to comfort you.
It was also a joke between my sister and her roommate that Cassidy had "pockets"
...because he was always stealing and relocating things...
but somehow you never saw him carrying anything.
Anyway, Cass was an indoor cat,
and one time he got out...while my sister was out of town.
Her roommate texted her in a panic, but there was nothing my sister could really do about it
from where she was, although she worried about Cass, too.
He was gone three days.
During that time, my sister was in downtown Toronto.
She was riding the streetcar one day,
and thinking sadly of missing Cassidy.
A tall but quite elderly man got on the streetcar.
He paid his fare and walked back, and seated himself not far from my sister.
He was apparently Old Country...maybe Italian...and he was quite nicely dressed,
wearing a prim, tailored, matte-black suit, and a bit of crisp white shirt showed above his vest.
He also wore a fedora.
I don't know if perhaps he noticed my sister looked a bit sad,
but in any event, he procured from his pocket a small brown paper bag,
full of individually-wrapped hard candies.
he very kindly leaned across the aisle, and smiled,
wordlessly holding the open bag toward my sister,
offering her a candy.
She smiled, took one, and thanked him.
He smiled, and tucked the paper bag back into his coat pocket,
...and winked at her.
A few stops later, he got up to disembark, smiled at her again,
and gave a little wave goodbye.
My sister smiled and waved.
Later that evening, just before my sister left to return home,
she received a relieved text from her roommate,
notifying her that Cassidy had just returned, on his own.
