August 7th 2007 2:49 pm
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I'm from New York. So is my pal Willie. We've always been together.

We lived in a flat in New York City. It was a long time ago, so I don't remember it so well.

We moved out to California. I didn't like the plane ride. But I did like California. Big yard, not an apartment. Birds. Fresh air. Grass. Trees. Other cats' food. Other cats. Oh my!

But my human who takes care of me said that he was going to New York City for a week. I didn't want to go. When he talked about New York, I thought, "No. This place is good. I'll stay here." But anyway, he didn't even try to take me. So that was good.

And even though I don't like his big clompy shoes, I did miss the heaping portions of food that he would leave me. And he lets me eat on the dining room table. Safer. No one steps on my tail.

And he came back. Clomp. Clomp. Clomp.

And of course, my human caretaker is a photographer. So I saw his photos of New York City. They were mostly of humans. Humans celebrating, eating, walking, talking, banging on things on subways, driving, going on rides, doing noisy things. We cats don't like noisy things very much. They were very colorful photos.

But no photos of cats.

He says that cats don't roam around New York City very much. Even his photos of Central Park had no cats. Dogs, sure. Ducks, yes. H took a photo of a duck. It must have been what humans call a "good photo" because this duck made my mouth water, it looked so good. How I wanted to chase it!!

He's back now. And he says he loved New York City.

Me? I'm just upset that he went all that way and didn't bring me back a duck.