When I came back I dropped off a note to the superintendent thanking him for cleaning off her parking space the other day, but as I walked up the hall to his door, I saw some black bundle in the corridor. I thought someone had dropped their bag, but when I went closer, I saw it was a kitty, big and fuzzy and extremely suspicious.
Its owner's door was slightly ajar, but when I went up to the cat it immediately rushed back into the apartment. Then, of course, it had to Look.
Now of course, I have cat smarts, so I was very puzzled as to why it didn't come up to me when I called it. It tried to, but then would back away quickly. I thought: what is wrong with me that this cat doesn't like me?
But then I came home and looked in the mirror. With my Greek fisherman's hat and heavy wool greatcoat, I look exactly like a member of the French Resistance. And, since the cat was probably French speaking, it immediately recognized me as the enemy.
Because that's what we freedom fighters do! As every one of you would do for liberty, equality and fraternities!
Resist the French!
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