Tuxedo cat City
November 24th 2011 21:00
I think my neighbourhood should be renamed Tuxedo Cat City, simply because there are so many of them: the Grouchy Tuxedo Cat, Tima, Pepe, the Chunky Tuxedo Cat and now there’s Butchy, although there’s a chance that the CTC and Butchy are one and the same cat.
Walking home with my nose buried in a cat book, I noticed a woman in the distance. As if she had been expecting me, she started telling me she was waiting for her cat to come out from hiding. He was currently snuggled under a car.
Next thing we knew, we were chatting away like old acquaintances. Soon Butchy came out from his hiding place and ran past us only to hide under yet another car. I noticed he was a bit of the fat side. “Everybody says that,” said Gabrielle, his owner.
Twenty minutes later and after I had taken some photos, Butchy showed no signs of leaving. I said goodbye. The last thing I saw was Gabrielle, crouched down on the road, trying to coax Butchy out.
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