I have a new coworker who moved from Washington to LA for the job (well, Canoga Park anyway) . The other day she was at the Lowe’s on Topanga Canyon and Victory doing some home improvement shopping when, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted what she could swear was a cat slinking through the aisles. Being over extended in the way that one can get in the middle of a state-to-state move and massive life change, she thought she might be seeing things but asked the cashier when she was checking out: “Hey, I thought I might have seen a cat over by the fasteners and hammers, is that possible?” Sure enough, the cashier said, “There are feral cats living here. And doves too.”
I just love that. I think it’s akin to Will’s fondness for le coyote. It really fills me with an inexplicable optimism that in the midst of the overdeveloped Valley there are feral cats living in Lowe’s.
(Kath’s photo of Lowe’s used through a Creative Commons license.)