At the Academy Nick goes up to the ticketwindow, and the girls immediately fade out togo read the posters and snicker together. I let Catout of the basket and strip off my splashed shirtand chase Nick along the edge of the water. Cat and I go home. He adopts a stray cat or more like gets adopted by the Cat, which has a character that reminded me of James Dean. But I will warn you. I tell her I've been at Coney once this summer, and I looked around for her, which is true,because I did.
I first read this book when I was 10 years old and on a train ride from California to New York. Some of the ones in our class at schoollook about twenty-five, but then you see motherspushing baby carriages on the street who lookabout fifteen. It's like this cat summary and study guide are also available on the mobile version of the website. Hemotions me off like a stray dog. I'm not really very interested in science, but thatdoesn't bother him. I get a guy to give me a bag and select a coupleof the choicer — and cleaner — looking bits.
From the genteel environs of Gramercy Park to a bohemian corner of Coney Island, the atmospheric journey is punctuated by stickball games, pastrami sandwiches, and a ride on the Staten Island Ferry. When I'm lying on the bed reading, sometimes he will curl up between my knees and thebook. Let's find out what time the show is over. He's workinglate nearly every night, getting stuff cleared upbefore vacation. Not quite as memorable as I'd hoped, but it was a quick, easy pick following a reading slump. Kate has a permanent cat named Susan andhowever many kittens Susan happens to havejust had.
Engines turn on ahead of us,and there seems to be some sign of hope. Momhas cold supper waiting, finishing off the iceboxbefore we go away, so we all sit down to eat. I took him back tothe clinic to get the stitches out of his leg andthe bandages off. About half the kids in myschool are Jewish, so they all stay out for it, andI always do too. The story also includes a cat that was given by Aunt Kate. We're going to thislake up in Connecticut, where we get a sort ofmotel cottage. You can smell the fish market when you'restill quite a ways off.
But if Iwant to walk around the street without worrying about every cop, I'll have to do more thanthat. Shall we alter him the same time wesew up his leg? I can't let him loose in the apartment,at least until we make sure Mom doesn't getasthma, so I figure I better reintroduce him tothe great outdoors in the city. Or suppose he runs away in the country? This frothy, creamy bowl of stuff not a ladyfinger in sight is hardly the conventional dish but two spoonsful sent me back to the apartment after lunch in a dreamy, drunken, dangerous state. He'sout past all the others. It's a man, and he comes toward me. We don't have tosit in the kids' section. Also, I always have to go to his house.
Dave's adventures take him throughout areas of New York City, and the reader is treated to descriptions of famous city landmarks. Tom isn't an easy guy to ask questions. He got himself mightychewed up. And a few slices of mortadella, because I like it better than prosciutto or salami. Maybe I'll buysomething, maybe not, but as long as I've gotmoney in my pocket, I don't feel like the guyis glaring at me for taking up floor space. I tell Butch I'll be back down in a fewminutes, and I go upstairs. She and Kate would chat together in the stores or sitting on the stoop on asunny day.
He nodsat me like he hardly sees me and comes into theliving room. Cat sits down, very tall and neat and pear-shaped, and closes his eyes about halfway. I'mpretty fair at any kind of handiwork. I had heard it was that kind of style with a narrator that had a bit of edge but in a book now slightly dated. Many of the chapters could be self-contained short stories, but they weave together into a very satisfying narrative, as well.
Voices, disconcertingly sudden, at the window, the tall narrow window framed in sound-dampening wooden shutters so that you cannot hear anyone until they're right outside and then a blast of liquid Italian vowels, the up-and-down rhythm of a sentence and then gone. When we're justfinished eating, he comes back with a pot ofsteaming coffee and a pitcher of real cream. Then tell him I'm going to get a joband go to night school. So he sent a letter to him and his name was Tom Ramson. David would be 17 years old, one parent would be out of the picture, and he'd be a misunderstood rich kid.
I wasn't in quite the right mood this time for its laid-back, everyday feel, but I've always admired its understated depiction of the small things that make a child grow up. One in particular, a hefty man, sitting, his legs sprawled out, seemed to me to speak to a large conventional marble, also a man, also legs outstretched, but not sprawled, not relaxed or in control, but very much posed. You laugh your head off! I said I'd call her back. Oh, well, I don't want a lizard, anyway. There's no one there but Cat, so I turnthe record player up full blast.
We walk quite a ways. So sheyacked away a good while, and finally I askedher why didn't she come over next Saturday, wecould go to a movie or something. Anyway, that said, I have embedded a link to the book and hope you will read it. With Dave's new cat-related experiences comes an increased appreciation for his parents and deepening care for his new friends. She asks me do I want a smoke, and I sayNo. I rather liked the colorful splashes myself. Salad oil and broken glass are great.