Swinging Tail

Thursday, July 31, 2008: She was angry about something. She didn’t like the way things were going. Lauchita swung her little tail up and down and sideways. Do this? Do that? Run to Fifth Avenue again and act like she owned it? What to do? She kept swinging her tail and wouldn’t hold still.

Lexington Avenue

Tuesday, July 30, 2008: This time she decided to take a little stroll down Lexington. Lauchita and her parrot green dog/cat leash pushed their way out of the carrier and just went to check out the neighborhood. She looked happyas can be while I stressed. Then, on Madison, she meowed her way into an ATM machine.

Shower Odyssey

Monday, hJuly 27, 2008: I woke up at 4:30 A.M. to walk all theay to pen Door on W. 41st and 9th Avenue. Shower hour starts at 6 A.. What I didn’t cunt on was that the fist woman to take the shower would monopolize the bathroom and not want to leave. It was 6:45 when somebody told me that lauchita, my little cat, had somehow escaped the carrier. I rushed outside and, sure enough, the carrier was empty. Then I looked towards 9th Avenue and she was about to cross it. That’s not your cat, aoman told me. Yes, she is, I said. That is not your cat, she repeated. I grabbed Lau owever I could and she held on to me for dear life. What did she want, that mischivious animal–to become the Quen of Hell’s Kitchen? She almost did.

Heart

Saturday, July 25, 2008: Whatever else I do, I write how I feel. From the heart.

Rolling Down Fifth Avenue

Friday,July 25, 2008: The little cat girl wanted out of her zipped up duffel. We were pushing ourcart down Fifth Avenue, when she managed to get out. I held her down, but she came up again and there she was, on top of the duffel looking at the people going up, going down. Thy  That’s when we said Enough. This sport is dangerous.

Muscle Numbness

Thursday, July 24, 2008: After my fall yesterday afternoon at Rockfeller Center, I find that my left hand does not move well. It has trouble grasping things, like small items, such as dimes and nickels.

Shower

Tuesday, July 22, 2008: On this rainy Tuesday in Manhattan, I am glad that I was able to get alittle clean. But it wasat agreat expense, because going to the Open Door, a homeless shelter on West 41th and 9th Avenue was an eye opener. When I entered the shelter, I saw people, men and women, with their heads resting on the dining room tables. And they looked so dejected, so tired and beaten! That wasthe worst part. There should be no degradation, no loss of dignity–no poverty.

Hell’s Kitchen

Tuesday, July 22, 2008: I think that it was Al Pacino wearing a white Panama hat standing on the W. 46th block in Hell’s Kitchen. I looked at him, he looked at me, I looked at him again, then he looked at me and that was it.  He is more than usedto being recognized by a loyal fan such as myself.

The Garden of Lau’s Desire

Monday, July 21, 2008: She sneaked up to it. She ran away from me to hide inside the North garden at St. Bart’s on Park Avenue. I just want to be cool, Tia, Lauchita, now better known as Lau, told. For over an hour and a half I was frantic, waiting for her to be in the mood to get out and come back to me.

She;s restless inside her carrier. Lau wants a home. She wants freedom, has to have it. I feel the same.

A Mattress

Friday, July 18, 2008: Even a mattress would be welcome. Last night, during my 2-hour sleep, I dreamed that somebody offered me a nice, soft mattress. And it was so good to be able to rest my swollen feet, to not feel feverish and bad! Such a relief! But it was only a dream because tonight I will sleep on the steps of the church again.