iluvk9 wrote:8) OMG, that is the BEST story!!!!
They were quite the pair. When 9/11 happened, my roommate and I were both home (we lived a few blocks from the towers). The whole thing was so surreal and we lost our TV and radio signals, so we weren't clear on what was actually happening; we were having conversations like, "Do I have to go to work today?" "Should I take a book in case we're gone all afternoon?" "I'll take a shower and then we'll decide what to do." And finally, "Should we take the cat with us? She DOES weight 25lbs..."
We finally decided to be on the safe side and take Kitten with us (yeah. her name was Kitten). We stuffed her fat arse into a box and put the chi on a leash. Got about a block from the apartment when the first tower fell; thankfully I didn't have a big dog-- I was able to swing her up at the end of the leash, catch her in the air and book it! We were part of that mass exodus walking along the FDR. By the time we got to Chinatown, though, the chi had gotten snippy with me and I was tired of dragging her around and getting my fingers snapped off. So we just crammed her in the box with Kitten. Now we're walking along, and an elderly woman who doesn't really speak English is walking against traffic, toward the towers. She stops us and starts giggling and saying over and over "Cat and Dog-- same box!" Our little sack of potatoes odd couple was way more interesting than what was going on. We kept trying to explain to her that she might want to walk the other direction, but she just kept saying, "Cat and dog! Same box!"
I really miss my cat and dog/same box. They used to both sleep with me at night-- puppy behind my knees and Kitten on my chest.
Cats and dogs together really are the best.
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