In Search of…Sasha the Pussycat
February 2nd 2011 21:00
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Like me, who goes in search of cats whenever I venture outside, Fred is on a mission: To find Sasha the Pussycat.
Whenever he is walking to work, he will take a short detour into one of the side streets in Darlinghurst to locate this elusive cat. I have not seen her. Neither has Fred, for that matter.
Then, a few days ago, an excited Fred told me he finally got one glimpse of her.
“She comes out late at night,” he said. “She’s black and it being dark means she is hard to spot. I don’t even know if it’s a he or a she. Short of examining her privates, I will never know. After all, Sasha is one of those ambiguous names which could be used for a man or a woman.”
“It’s usually a woman’s name,” I insisted.
“It depends on how it’s spelt. Just look at Sacha Baron Cohen.”
Okay, he’s got me there. We went in search of her but it being daylight, got nowhere. Still, I can relate to Fred’s disappointment: I went through the same thing when the Grouchy Tuxedo Cat went into hibernation last winter.
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