Caterina, Charlie (I), Candice, Charlie (II), Max and Marlee.
I have loved them all. I miss Caterina, both Charlies and Candice. At least I have Max and Marlee.
They all did, and gave, everything I ever could have wanted from the likes of them. Well, all except one thing.
I never could get any of them to do this:
For that matter, I've never been able to persuade any cat to ride with me.
A few years ago, on New Years' morning, I stopped for a cat I saw and who looked almost pleadingly at me. As soon as I got off my bike, he darted to my ankles and rubbed himself against me. I picked him up. For a moment, he curled on my shoulder and I tried getting on my bike, figuring I could start off the new year by rescuing a feline friend. But he was having none of it: As soon as I lifted my leg over the bike, he dropped himself off my chest and landed on his feet.
I tried a similar rescue about a year ago, on another cat who greeted me. It ended much like the first one I tried: When I got on the bike, the cat decided to go airborne.
Perhaps those felines--and my own--saw this sign:
Well, now I know what they're doing while I'm riding! Hmm...Maybe that's the reason they won't ride with me.
I have loved them all. I miss Caterina, both Charlies and Candice. At least I have Max and Marlee.
They all did, and gave, everything I ever could have wanted from the likes of them. Well, all except one thing.
I never could get any of them to do this:
For that matter, I've never been able to persuade any cat to ride with me.
A few years ago, on New Years' morning, I stopped for a cat I saw and who looked almost pleadingly at me. As soon as I got off my bike, he darted to my ankles and rubbed himself against me. I picked him up. For a moment, he curled on my shoulder and I tried getting on my bike, figuring I could start off the new year by rescuing a feline friend. But he was having none of it: As soon as I lifted my leg over the bike, he dropped himself off my chest and landed on his feet.
I tried a similar rescue about a year ago, on another cat who greeted me. It ended much like the first one I tried: When I got on the bike, the cat decided to go airborne.
Perhaps those felines--and my own--saw this sign:
Well, now I know what they're doing while I'm riding! Hmm...Maybe that's the reason they won't ride with me.
Looks like one of those cyclists might be getting ready to re-mount.
ReplyDeletePhillip--In the dim, dark past, I promised my readers that all of my posts and all of the comments I post would be strictly about cycling.
ReplyDeleteI'll give you the benefit of the doubt and assume that you were talking about mounting a bicycle! ;-)
Seriously: I love your comment.