I wish I had a photo to share with you of the sweetest thing that happened last evening. Judy, Anne and I stopped briefly at the church around 10 p.m. to get Judy's car (we had met there at five to go on to see a movie). It was drizzling very lightly.
When we drove up, standing in the otherwise empty parking lot, right in front of the Campanile, was the cutest cat. Mostly black with some white here and there. I am sure there is a technical name for that kind of marking. Jellicle? Billicat? Tuxedo? I think perhaps Tuxedo is right since there was much more black than white.
The cat saw the car coming toward the Campanile, and began going around the Campanile the same way we were intending to drive. Yes, the way that the arrows indicate--counterclockwise. The cat kept looking over his shoulder watching the car, and we all sort of giggled that the little fellow must have been thinking we were intentionally following him.
At any rate, when we got to just in front of the main doors we stopped. The cat ducked through one of the arches and into the base of the Campanile area. From our angle at that point, we could no longer see him; since one of the corners blocked our view.
But when we started up again, there he was, lying there, looking out at us, and lazily moving his tail, purrrfectly happy as could be, on the center "date stone", as if the entire bell tower had been built just for his enjoyment. Even though he was dressed rather formally, he looked so casual, as only a cat can.
Of course our response was: Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww!