I made a new friend in Amsterdam.
It was cold and rainy, but I was out for a stroll, anyway. Just thinking my thoughts and eating some delicious french fries.
Sunday Secrets
2 days ago
Friday, January 23, 2009
Dutch
I was almost at the door to my hostel, when I heard meowing, coming from under the door to a nearby alley. Not a distressed meowing, or the low mournful wail that my cat sometimes gives when she wants attention. Just a sharp, insistent call..."I'm over here!"
So I put a fry down, by the crack in the door. There was a hiss, and a paw swiped out, snatching the fry, and dragging it to the other side. I did it again. Meow. Fry. Hiss! Swipe.
All in all, he ate about half of my fries. I decided to name him Dutch.
Today, on my way to the train station I bought a fancy tin of salmon catfood, and left it by the door.
Bon Appetite, Dutch!
Jim out.
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