Cats and Dogs on the streets of New York City

I was walking in Chelsea last Thursday night on my way to an art opening when I overheard a man say to a woman, "That's because you don't know how to have fun. All the dogs you like are really boring and may as well be cats."

If she replied, I didn't hear her.

She did NOT say "meow, meow," although I wish she had...

Can you imagine breaking up with someone because you disagreed over the type of pet you wanted? I am sure it happens.

In this case, I do not think the man and woman were a couple, yet the slice of conversation I overheard was so funny. It was fraught with the kind of tension you can only share with someone you know very well.

When You're Around

I don't actually have a cat, but some close friends of mine do, and he's sick. He's so proud that he continues to have a sleek, shiny, black coat, even though he is getting skinnier. 

I keep wondering if we can love the cat enough to talk it out of its illness?

I once fell for someone with several chronic injuries. Every time he talked about them I wished I could take away his pain. 

Just like I wish we could talk the cat into being healthy. And I wish I could have coaxed my grandmother out of her illness before she died.

"Food tastes better, trains run on time, even my cat's coat looks shinier when you're around."