A Strange Day

This was a strange and frustrating day. It started out with Jason having a minor procedure on his toenail. When we got him home we decided to go to a calling party to get out the vote for Obama in the swing states. I signed up at the last minute but we proceeded to the party anyway.

At the Sheepshead Bay station we ran into an unexpected delay. Suddenly we noticed a number of Transit Police on the station. A Q train pulled in halfway and slowed to a stop. There were a lot of people waiting on the platform by this time, and we all looked onto the tracks to see what was wrong.

A very pretty Siamese cat was sitting quietly near the tracks. It didn't get up and dash away, which suggested it was either sick or hurt. The Transit policeman climbed down onto the tracks to try and retrieve it.

The cat was of course hurting and terrified, and it tried to bite and scratch the policeman. It was clearly injured because it could only scuttle away on damaged hind legs, but it still managed to put out its claws and try to defend itself.

The policeman was stumped. Someone handed him a canvas bag to try and capture the cat, but instead the cat clung to it. He tried to lift it up onto the platform but the cat let go and fell back to the ground, probably hurting its injured legs even more.

I called out to the policeman and told him to get the cat by the scruff of the neck when it struck out at the canvas bag. He did, and sure enough the cat was caught and pulled off the tracks. Its legs and tail were injured. I suppose it may have been hit by a train while jumping out of the way.

We got on the train then and went to the city. The building was a beautiful old apartment house on the West Side Highway. The calling party was supposed to take place in one of the penthouses. That would have been something to see! But unfortunately we signed up at the last minute and apparently the hosts decided it wasn't worth it to hold the party with so few people attending. So they went out, and we cooled our heels a little while and then gave up.

I'd also been invited to an introductory Esperanto class so I thought we would head to the general area and see if we could spot the right building. It was taking place at a Zaro's Bakery. Unfortunately, what I remembered just was not the right address. So we ended up walking up to 34th Street and coming home.

I wrote to a local Sheepshead Bay blogger and asked if he would mention the injured cat in his blog. The cat was taked up to the animal hospital on E. 62nd Street most likely, so I hoped that if he publishes this the owner may come forward. Siamese cats aren't strays. Someone out there must miss that poor kitty.

Here's hoping tomorrow will be more satisfying and productive.