When Mitchell first moved to Chicago, he lived with me, in my rickety one-room studio on Melrose Street. I had a SINGLE BED which was a mattress on the floor. We slept in the same bed all that time. Mitchell, how on earth …???? We are good friends, that’s all.
And of course, there was the Sammy factor. Mitchell is not really a cat person, but that didn’t matter to Sammy. Not one bit.
Sammy’s face is killing me! And, umm, Mitchell? You look pretty darn cozy with Sammy, there. I think you might be a secret SOMETIMES cat person…
He totally bonded with Sammy. When I left Chicago, Mitchell and I packed up my car. We were both serious, frazzled, and unemotional. He and I hugged, saying stuff like, “I can’t feel this yet – I know I’m upset – but I can’t cry yet …” Then Mitchell leaned into the car to say goodbye to Sammy, and burst into tears.
hahahahahahahahaha
See? I told you!! His inner cat person was in mourning.
stop telling that story!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!