Sunday, July 31, 2005

Fly Swatter

Well, today seems anti-climatic after all the traveling we've been doing this last week. What to talk about now? Who would care what's posted here daily when it's not about New York City?

Most of the day we spent catching up on sleep. But we heard an interesting experience from our house sitter.

While we were gone we asked a friend to house sit, well actually, cat sit for us. Who cares about the house? It's the cats that need looking after. Snickers and Taco, those rascals.

Anyway Maiko, our house sitter, decided to have another friend over. Her and her friend Yuki were sitting at the table enjoying a meal together when they were pestered by two flies that had come in with the cats. As Yuki tells it: "They were buzzing and buzzing around, and they were very irritating to us. So I said to Maiko: 'By tonight those flies will be dead.'"

And so they were.

But Yuki used what was closest to her to swat at the flies. She looked over at our pile of unopened mail, grabbed a catalogue and started swatting. By the time she was done the magazine was ripped and torn. She didn't notice until then that the catalogue was a men's underwear catalogue. (I don't know how I get on these mailing lists, don't ask.) Then she began to feel bad, not that she ruined our catalogue, but that I'd think she had been pawing through it.

So, she threw the catalogue away. She apologized profusely.

I told her: "That's alright, I'll put your name on their mailing list."

A cat makes all the difference between coming home to an empty house and coming home.