My Family
May 26th 2009 21:02
Photo by Martin Bahmann. Used in accordance with the terms of Wikimedia Commons’ GNU Free Documentation License, Version 1.2 or any later version published by the Free Software Foundation; with no Invariant Sections, no Front-Cover Texts, and no Back-Cover Texts.
It’s amazing the people you meet at work. I’ve never had so many people come up and talk to me until I had photos of cats put in my cubicle. Some are of Butterscotch and Gingersnap while others – like the cat with the cigarette in its mouth - are pictures I’ve found on the internet. Obviously people find the photos a good conversation opener.
I got a big sense of déjà vu yesterday when someone stopped at my desk and said, “Are they your family?”
Hard at work, the voice shocked me into silence. I looked up and saw a man who reminded me of the colleague my team nicknamed Cat Man because he also liked to stop at my desk and talk to me about cats. Like Cat Man, he was an older man with grey hair and a moustache. He was as friendly as Cat Man and immediately I was transported back in the past. For a moment I thought Cat Man had come back.
“Oh, yes,” I said, now knowing he was referring to my cat photos. He was spot on when he said the cats were my family: I love Butterscotch and Gingersnap as much as my family. In fact, I like to call them my children.
“Are they he or she?”
I answered his question by pointing at each photo, telling him what sex each cat was as I went along the row: “Him, her, it and them.”
Cat Man #2 laughed and told me about his daughter’s rabbit.
Just like Cat Man, I didn’t know who he was but he sat nearby so the next day I went up to him and introduced myself. We swapped names and wished each other good day.
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