08 March 2007

bob the cat

Bob the cat came to me about a year after I'd moved to New York City. I found him at Bide-a-Wee, a no-kill shelter in Manhattan, and brought him home on the subway in a cardboard box. He was the gentlest cat and handsome, too. He moved with me from Sunset Park to Park Ditch to, along with B, Cobble Hill (where we acquired another cat, Scamp), then up to Hudson Heights and, finally, to upstate New York. Bob had a habit: He would eat rosemary plants down to the bare branches and then purr himself to sleep. When he died in November 2004, we buried him at the base of a lilac on Pleasant Hill, with a rosemary branch tucked under his arm.

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