Kate and I had a very busy and productive day.
We started off with a very sweaty, non-air conditioned hour at Macy’s downtown spending my signing bonus on a new work wardrobe. The last time I needed to wear something other than jeans and a t-shirt (or my underwear) in a work environment was about 8 years ago. This was a seriously needed upgrade. We picked up 3 pairs of Dockers and 2 nice dress pants. Also, 3 polo shirts, 2 super dressy stiff collared shirts, and maybe another 8 slightly less dressy cotton/silk collared shirts filled our bags.Â A pair of new shoes and a tie rounded out the selections. (The fellow that helped us out was the same guy that sold me the suit I wore to our wedding.) The office I’ll be working in looks like its out of a magazine, and I’ll have to travel to NYC from time to time, so I’ll need to be attired properly for the scene.
We headed off to South Philly to find me a pair of casual shoes that didn’t leak when it rained when we found ourselves passing Villa and Hut on Frankford Ave off of Girard. We came across a really great teak wood outdoor table and 4 chairs. We’ve been there a few other times and we love their furniture. Its reclaimed wood from demolished buildings and bridges in Thailand and Indonesia. There’s also a ton of really cool buddha stone and wood sculptures that I love, but have no idea where to put if I were to purchase. We thought about buying the outdoor set, but headed to S. Philly to give ourselves some time to think it over. After a detour to South Street for water ice, we came back to the furniture store and put 1/3 down and put it on lay-away. We have an awful backyard set now that we’ll be happy to retire.
After we got that settled, I headed to Barnes & Noble to pick up some required reading for the new job, and Kate met up with her friend Meg to retrieve Honey Bee, the cat. Honey Bee was owned by the great aunt of Kate’s friend, Meg. Her aunt passed away and left the cat without a home. He’s been living alone in a big empty house, being fed daily by a neighbor. We’ve decided to foster him until Meg finds a new apartment where she can have pets. If the cat works out here, and Kate doesn’t break out into hives due to an allergic reaction, then we’ll keep him. If there are issues, then we have an out and we’ll know the cat will have somewhere happy to live. Either way, its a win for the cat, and if all goes well, for us too.
He’s a red pointed Siamese cat. Apparently, when Siamese cats came to the western world around 1900 there were only 4 colors. Someone bread a Siamese cat with a cat that was only half Siamese and came up with a red Siamese. They aren’t always recognized as offically Siamese by people who care about such matters, but have all the same personality traits as officially recognized Siamese breeds, from what I’ve read.Â Due to a coating that isn’t very good with hiding their presence outdoors, and blue eyes that aren’t very good in the dark, this particular kind of cat developed a helpful evolutionary survival trait of beingÂ very social with people (and little kids). He’s 9 and its not uncommon for this breed to live to 20. So far, he’s exploring the house and is acting the way you’d expect a cat to act in a new environment, so we’ll see how it goes.
I spent most of my time with “Mr. B” tonight, petting him, and reminding him, “The mice are the enemy. The mice have always been the enemy.” While watching a video of mice atrocities, I stroked Mr. B’s orangish-red coat, and told him, “We shall fight mice on the seas and oceans; we shall fight mice with growing confidence and growing strength in the air; we shall defend our home, whatever the cost may be; we shall fight mice on the beaches; we shall fight mice on the landing grounds; we shall fight mice in the fields and in the streets; we shall fight mice in the hills; we shall never surrender, and even if, which I do not for a moment believe, this home or a large part of it were subjugated to mice rule, then a cat empire beyond the seas, armed and guarded by an army of feline warriors, would carry on the struggle, until, in God’s good time, the entirety of cat civilization, with all its power and might, steps forth to the rescue and the liberation of this cat-ruled home.”
He seemed completely uninspired.