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It has been a year to the day since I traveled cross country to New York, New York.

Which brings me to this travesty: The DKNY wall, the unofficial entrance to Soho, sold to Hollister.


Gross.

Anyway. Saint Patrick's day in New York was spectacular. People wearing kilts!

Which I always thought was actually more of a Scottish thing than an Irish thing. Regardless, any day where I see kilt-wearing fiends roaming is a good day.

And I appreciated the enthusiasm, as St. Patrick's day is my favorite of holidays. What's not to love about Saint Patrick chasing all the snakes out of Ireland?

Besides the part where I like snakes now, as we saw from my last posting.

Although, I did read this really creepy thing about a pet python in the Reader's Digest. And I quote, "Our stupid snake got out in the middle of the night and strangled the baby".

So sad...and disturbing. So I was right to stick with cats.

And even though some people find loving cats and having a cat blanket creepy (ahem), at least my pretty kitty never hurt a baby. Unless, of course, you count Kimberlyn. And that was more amazing than scary.

I mean, Moose hasn't got any front claws, so how he managed to scratch her face is still somewhat of a mystery. As far as I can figure she must have been holding him upside down.

So his reaction is rather understandable.

Anyway. Have a good St. Patrick's Day, snake and cat lovers or haters alike.

The prodigal kitty returns.

Or, more accurately, is forced to return.

A couple months ago my cat Stormy (of eleven years) disappeared. We assumed that he went off alone to die. Everyone dies alone. We mourned his loss, and, with great difficulty, moved on. We still had another cat to live for. Moose needed us.

Anyway. Recently my mother has been claiming to have seen Stormy wandering about. Naturally I thought this was complete and utter nonsense. "Stormy is dead" I tell her. "You are merely hallucinating him because you miss him so much" I say. It was the only logical explanation.

Until today.

Mom: You know how Stormy is dead to you?

Me: Yes.

Mom: Well, I saw him or a look-alike cat today and I brought him home.

Cat-napped.

So it appears to really be him. Moose would never cuddle with anyone else. (Mom was saying that it had to be Stormy because Moose didn't do anything mean to him when they were reunited. I said that Moose doesn't have the right to be mean to anyone as he doesn't have any front claws.)