Friday, September 9, 2016

Memory of Cats

Today I am bringing you a memory about cats. Which is different than a memory of CATS...or Memory from CATS. I could write a lot about all three of these things, actually, and now that I think about it, that is a great idea for a series within this blog. Note to self: write blog posts about CATS.

Anyway...today's blog post comes courtesy of my college roommate, Lisa, who sent me a FB message that I enjoyed to no end. Another shout out to FB for helping keep people in my life who otherwise would be maybe a Christmas card kind of relationship (I can't remember if Lisa and I even send each other Christmas cards, but that doesn't matter). Lisa was actually my THIRD college roommate. We lived in the same dorm starting our freshman year, the fantastic Judson Hall at New York University. It actually used to be a monastery, complete with a bell tower.

My first roommate was Karen and we lived together all of freshman year and the first half of sophomore year. Sophomore year, we got to move into the bell tower proper - second floor from the top, which is the third set of windows from the top in the above picture. Our friends, Jamie and Aaron, lived above us and they took great pleasure in climbing down the fire escape into our room. The elevator in the dorm only went up to a certain level (7th floor, I think) and then we had to climb up the spiral stairs in the tower to our rooms. I should mention here that the bathrooms were on the 7th floor as well, so if you had to pee, you had to navigate your way down two flights of curved stairs. I don't recommend this in the middle of the night.

Karen and I were very different - she was pretty punk and listened to bands I had never heard of (nor had most people, I must add). I was still pretty preppy, NJ suburbs at that point, but somehow we got along. Unfortunately, during our sophomore year, Karen decided college wasn't really working for her. She stopped going to classes and started spending most of her time hanging out with various musicians in Washington Square Park and sometimes even bringing them back to our room. Now, I enjoyed listening to Ellis play his guitar and sing other people's songs as much as anyone, but that didn't mean I wanted to wake up at 3AM and find him standing over my bed! (as an aside, a few good blogs mention Ellis: here, here,  and here. And here is an article about what Ellis is doing almost now-ish. You can also find him on Wikipedia (although saying he was born in 1974 seems...not right) and YouTube. For those who want to know more about Ellis!) Another time she brought a "friend" by who decided it would be really fun to spray my hairspray and flick his lighter on at the same time. I'm amazed that he didn't even set off the smoke detector with that stunt...or maybe we just didn't have smoke detectors. Who can say? She also started corresponding with various prison inmates. When she wasn't doing any of these things, she was in her bed, usually in the  middle of the day.  In short, she kind of lost it so it was no surprise to anyone when she dropped out midyear. I'd kind of had it with the dorm thing at this point myself, so I moved into a little studio apartment near campus with my friend, Cindy. Little being the operative word here. That place was TINY, as NYC apartments are. Basically a room separated into two parts by a partial wall with a loft bed. I had the loft bed and Cindy had a futon on the other side. Her boyfriend spent the night a lot. It was awkward. But that's college, right?

Junior year, Lisa (who had also moved out of the dorm midyear) and I decided to find a place together, which we did way over on the west side. It was a duplex down, which is a fancy way of saying one bedroom basement apartment that we paid way too much to live in. But it was fun. One of the first things we did after getting settled was adopt a kitten. I don't know why we did this, but it involved a field trip to the animal shelter on the far, FAR north side of Manhattan (really it might not even have been Manhattan at that point, I can't remember. I just know it was far and took a long time on the subway) to pick out said kitten. He was a tiny black and white tuxedo kitten that we named Harlow, after the actress, Jean Harlow. I had, and still do have, a serious thing for old movies and movie stars. I'm pretty sure this was the poster we had of Miss Jean.

Harlow as cute, as all kittens are, but he grew into a behemoth of a cat. Lisa kept him after we graduated, so I don't know off the top of my head how big he eventually got, but I want to say it was in the neighborhood of twenty pounds. He was huge. But here he is when he was small:


That top picture also shows you something of how cool our apartment was. The bedroom was on the upper level, then you came downstairs to the kitchen and living room. The window on the stairs looked into the kitchen which had, I have to say, awesome flooring.

Anyway, back to the present day when I had the following message exchange with Lisa:
LISA: My kids found that kitty book you wrote notes about Harlow, and then we made Greek pizza, and now I'm playing fleetwood mac...Haha, thought I should say hi and see how you're doing since clearly you're working on my mind at some subconscious level!
ME: Well awesome! However...kitty book??? I have no memory of this at all.
So Lisa sent the following pictures (click to enlarge so you really get the full effect):










LISA: Does that jog your memory at all?
 ME: Terrifyingly, no!!! It's clearly my writing and definitely seems like something I would do and yet..
I've looked at these pictures many times since Lisa sent them and I still have no memory of this book. But I LOVE that she still has it and now I do too.

At the end of the year, we got another kitten - a complete troublemaker of a calico that we named Gable, to stay with the gender flipped, last name of movie star thing that we decided we were doing. Here is Miss Gable (actually pictured in our Hoboken apartment), as well as the poster we had of her namesake:

Last, but not least...in case I never get around to actually posting about CATS, here is the beyond words fabulous Laurie Beechman as Grizabella. Enjoy!



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