Chinatown Cat

This guy was working away in one of the little stores in Chinatown today. He was clawing and digging in a stack of silk boxes. When I patted him, he stopped momentarily, then went right back to whatever it was he was doing.

Finally, I said, “Look, you’re making a mess here.” And he was. He was knocking silk boxes off the shelf, sticking both his paws deep into the pile. He stopped, looked at me, walked off to the dishes, sat down, and pretended to ignore me.

I asked the sales lady if the cat ever broke anything. “Oh yes,” she said. “Then, he run to back. I try to stop him before he break plate. I tell him, ‘I hit you’ and he run to back. But I never hit him. He just like to run to back. I think.”