Like I wrote, in previous post, it’s a big building. They tell me there are 160 units, so you can imagine how few neighbours you get to know! Well … that’s all depending on how “social” you are, of course! Were I to take part in the knitting/crocheting, down in the ‘common room’, every week, I’d probably be very well informed of the goings on in this building … «who died … who moved» and so on. The only place I ‘socialize’ is the laundry room.
The elevators are located in the centre of the building, so each floor gets kind of, divided up … east and west. There are eight apartments on our ‘west part’ of this floor. I don’t know them [except one, whom I’m going to invite for tea], but I know who they are, basically, and would recognize them in the grocery store … we say HI and exchange a few pleasantries in the elevator.
Now … of these eight apartments, I know for sure there are six cats living here … I even know their names, except one! And that’s only the ones I’m sure of … there are a few uncertainties, there could be more!
First and foremost, of course, there’s our own darlin’ McDuff!
Next door to us we have Polly. She lives with the sweetest, British, lady of 85, you could ever imagine. If I live to be 85, I sure wish I would be like her!
Across the hall from her, lives George. He lives with a couple, my age. They used to have two cats, but one has, sadly, passed away.
On the other side from us we have Esther and Evelyn! The sweet young man, living there, adopted them from a shelter. When I’m out on the balcony in the summertime, I can see them through the screen door.
Then, there’s one more, whose name I don’t know, but whom I’ve met ‘in person’. He snuck out in the corridor, when his owner was talking to someone, so I grabbed him and carried him back.
So, there you have it … imagine all the cats on the other floors! I see a lot of cat sand being carried into this building 🙂