Cats on Leashes

In New York, I often find myself standing before a veritable smorgasbord of all things strange.  Like the other day when I saw one of those horse and buggy drivers yapping on his cell phone while driving around a family of tourists.  Bizarre. 

Yesterday in Central Park, I spied something that made me look twice.  Then thrice.  (Is thrice a real word, by the way?)  A middle aged man was walking his black cat, at dusk, on a leash.  They were keeping quite a pace, actually. 

Don't go getting any ideas, Hubby's eyes seemed to tell me.  Although come to think of it, he said that out loud, immediately.

I did have several ideas, but surprisingly none of them seemed to involve putting Kittie on a leash and parading her down the streets of New York.  Go figure.

A nearby toddler was also having difficulty averting her eyes from this troubling scene.  "Come here, Sweetie, that's not a doggie," her Mother told her.  A couple stopped to speak to the man soon after, as well.  I couldn't hear what they were discussing, but something told me the conversation was feline on leash related.

It's funny, usually people can do just about anything here without attracting the slightest bit of attention.  Though I suppose walking a cat on a leash just fits into a creepy little category all its own.  And rightly so, I say, rightly so.

xoxo

Comments

[Weinerdog]

I agree it's strange but......

Maybe his parents said he isn't allowed a dog, so now he's forced to demean his kitty by chasing her down and putting a leash on her. All the time pretending there's nothing wrong w/ walking a cat even though all the other kids in the neighborhood have dogs to walk.

Just sayin'

[Amy]

I had a next door neighbeor growing up who we referred to as "box head" (it was very square-shaped) She used to take her cat out on a leash every day after school. Even at a young age I knew there was something terrribly strange about cat walking. So I'd yell "hey box-head, nice cat!" from my bedroom window and then hide while my brothers rolled on the floor in laughter. I was 4.

[Wendy]

I was just reading our rival lingerie magazine, and the editor wrote his entire editor's letter about walking his cat around New York City. (Really. The entire thing. It was like 1,500 words about taking his cat for a walk. Also, the cat was named Kinky.)

Either you saw this editor, or there is more than one man walking a cat in Manhattan.

[The Odd Broad]

-Hi, married lady! :) Maybe it was the same man! Now I wish I had spoken to him. I definitely would have remembered a cat named Kinky.