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Dec. 22nd, 2005 03:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
semperfionaScene: Our house, a week or two ago.
It's about 10:30 in the evening. We're lounging around the living room
in varying states of undress, when there comes a knock on the front
door. Chris gets up to answer it, wondering aloud whether it's another
cop: some time ago we had a cop ring the doorbell at about 4:45 am
because the dog was outside barking. The dog was indoors, however, so we
didn't know what it might be.
It's a small Asian man in a parka with a miner-style headlamp on,
carrying Beethoven the outdoor cat tucked into his jacket. He is not the
least fazed by a large half-naked hairy man answering the door. "Is this
your cat? I'm Irving, I live across the street. He's been spending a lot
of time in our yard. We were worried about him being outside in the
cold..."
Beethoven isn't even his original name; it was given him by the
neighbors at the Washington house. His original name, creatively enough
for a big tabby, is Stripey. Another set of our current neighbors have
unaccountably started calling him Whitey; he has no white fur anywhere
on his body.
Stripey/Beethoven/Whitey used to be Joanie's cat, but she left him with
us when she moved to Alabama. Now he's ours, although Chris is peeved
with him for allowing Irving to carry him inside his coat, when usually
he won't even let Chris pick him up.
It's about 10:30 in the evening. We're lounging around the living room
in varying states of undress, when there comes a knock on the front
door. Chris gets up to answer it, wondering aloud whether it's another
cop: some time ago we had a cop ring the doorbell at about 4:45 am
because the dog was outside barking. The dog was indoors, however, so we
didn't know what it might be.
It's a small Asian man in a parka with a miner-style headlamp on,
carrying Beethoven the outdoor cat tucked into his jacket. He is not the
least fazed by a large half-naked hairy man answering the door. "Is this
your cat? I'm Irving, I live across the street. He's been spending a lot
of time in our yard. We were worried about him being outside in the
cold..."
Beethoven isn't even his original name; it was given him by the
neighbors at the Washington house. His original name, creatively enough
for a big tabby, is Stripey. Another set of our current neighbors have
unaccountably started calling him Whitey; he has no white fur anywhere
on his body.
Stripey/Beethoven/Whitey used to be Joanie's cat, but she left him with
us when she moved to Alabama. Now he's ours, although Chris is peeved
with him for allowing Irving to carry him inside his coat, when usually
he won't even let Chris pick him up.
