Today, I needed to run an errand to Beadworks in Harvard Square, and Jacoby came along with me to keep me company.
The funniest thing happened in the bead shop. I was looking at beads near the entrance door, and a woman walked into the store. She saw Jake, and said, “Oh, see? I wish my cat would walk on a leash like that!” She knelt down to pet him, and asked, “Is he an Abyssinian?” I said that she was, and she continued, “You know, the only other cat I’ve seen on a leash like that was an Abyssinian, too. It was a few years ago, and I remember it was so cool how calm he was.”
How many Abys on leashes can there be in the Boston area? “That might have been me,” I said. “Where was it?”
“Oh, Somerville, some festival or something.” I nodded. Thought so. “That was me,” I said. “That was me with his half-brother Gun-Hee! We went to ArtBeat, so you must have seen him there.”
Boston can be a very small world sometimes.