|George in Times Square / © Deborah Julian|
Traveling with George in New York City
His friend, Billy, a black cat, comes along for the the ride.
The trip to France happened first. It was accidental. George sneaked into luggage because he hated the idea of being left behind with cat sitters.
He did not know what a “Paris” was. By the time he returned to America, he acquired the same passion for travel many of us in the other species have.
When costs convinced his people that a “staycation” made the most sense when vacation time came around again, the New York he’d only glimpsed from this apartment window grew much larger and more real.
Getting Around the Big Apple
Because he wouldn’t know where to begin or what to look for in the city, George got to see the places people want to see. He enjoyed Central Park the most, with all the grass and trees. Less noise and crowding let him savor the smells and revel in the feel of grass beneath his paws.
At Conservatory Water, he and Billy discovered a duckling piloting a boat.
After lunch, they lounged in a rowboat, recalling their first boat ride on the Seine.
The rest of New York City had his brain racing, trying to take it all in and understand. It was exciting, sometimes too exciting.
A Stroll Down 42nd Street
|Cats and Library Lion / © Deborah Julian|
On the day George and Billy ended up in Times Square, they were taken on the subway to 42nd Street.
The NYC Subway was not George or Billy’s favorite adventure.
Oh, it was filled with smells, a cat’s most trustworthy guides, but they were strange.
“Look at that,” one of his human escorts said, “he’s thrilled when you open a can of smelly fish, but the subway station, yuck!”
“I’m with him,” the woman answered.
And it wasn’t just the smells. George hated the noise too. It was louder and screechier than anything he’d heard before.
Soon, he found himself being humanlike, impatient for the next subway train to arrive and get him out of there.
Hurrying up the steps on 42nd Street, he was relieved to see sunlight again. It was noisy still, but not as much, and the smells were nothing to rejoice about. But after a trip through the underground, it was almost a rose garden.
Billy saw the lions guarding the entrance to the New York Public Library. He jumped on a chair and looked at the giant. Unable to resist the highest available point, George got all the push he could from his hind legs, making the leap from tabletop to lion on his first try.
A safe distance made people watching enjoyable. George surveyed the scene from atop a lion while Billy, as he so often did, looked on with envy.
Another Day Another Park
|Cats on a Carousel in Bryant Park, New York
City © Deborah Julian