sling

our kitchen is a cozy small room with large patio doors opening out onto the balcony. in the summer we leave the sliding door open so the kitties can come and go from the balcony. on occasion when the weather is less lovely we leave it shut, which means that honey whines and paws at the door incessantly. the door is right beside the refrigerator, which makes for a very clear view into the centre of our daily life. for example, i waved hello to mike as the walked by the other night while i put a few things back into the fridge. "don't mind me" i said "just putting a few things into my refrigerator!". i enjoy the oddity of it all.

a few evenings ago b and i sat at the table eating dinner while one of the kitties was enjoying the balcony. being such a small kitchen, the table is also right by the door. while we ate we both heard and saw two women on the sidewalk calling out to our cat. it was a little bit awkward since i was sitting right there, but i didn't want to make them feel uncomfortable about having a visit with my kitty. we were a little puzzled as to why they kept saying "isis, isis". the two were clearly mother-daughter, and the mother was an older chinese woman so i wondered if maybe "isis" was chinese for cat (although it didn't particularly sound chinese to me). the whole thing seemed innocent enough so we didn't really concern ourselves. the daughter soon called out to the mom "there's another one over there!" which seemed to add to some confusion. anyways, within seconds a neighbour walked past and i heard them say "are you helping look for isis? oh, it's ok he was found". it turns out there were posters of a missing cat named isis on hydro poles in the neighbourhood and the women somehow thought that OUR cat was isis. the creepy thing to me is that they thought we'd taken someone else's cat into our home. that's weird! why would we do that! to be fair, isis does bare a close resemblance to pekoe but still! 

I used to live alone before I knew you.