Recently, @halia reminded me that I wrote a post once, about a year ago on meeting a cat that belongs to a beautiful old cinema in Melbourne called the Astor. Her name is Marzipan. She is lovely – keep an eye out for her if you see a film there, as she’s not afraid of people and happy to mingle.
I thought it might be nice to recount parts of my Sydney week-long holiday through the felines I met and fell in love with. I know, you’re thinking for me, not hard. It’s true. Both of the cats I met I missed as much as the people to whom they belong.
Chloe is an old lass, but in good health. She’s got the colouring that means that in Japan they call her mike-neko, or roughly ‘tricoloured cat’ – which are only ever female. My human host at her house was @deconstructo, though oddly, Chloe does not formally belong to him.
He explained that Chloe adopted him, and her actual owners are a lovely couple with whom @deconstructo lives. But who can argue with a cat? Chloe sat on @deconstructo’s feet, and it was decided that the three humans, and cat would all live together.
As is indicative of Chloe’s nature, the people who live in the house are warm, generous and open. My memories of the house include good food, beer and excellent conversation. All three humans in the house looked after me, as did Chloe. She basked in the extra attention lavished upon her while I stayed there, apparently, and I missed her very much upon my return to Melbourne. She likes to be near you, is quite talkative and looks after her humans well who reciprocate in like fashion.
I look forward to @deconstructo visiting Melbourne, though he will need to give me warning so I can make sure I buy enough cider and perry for us to guzzle. What luck to find wonderful new friends.
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