The Pandemic Pantry
Velcro Kitty is my oldest cat. he’s almost 16. In cat years that’s old, but not ancient. Velcro was a bottle feed I rescued from my friend, Yoshi’s back yard. He fit easily in the palm of my hand and I had to feed him from a bottle for a couple of weeks.
The night I brought him home I was lying in bed and he started lightly sweeping his paws over my back in a systematic pattern. I’d never had a cat do that. I rolled over so I could see him and he did the same thing on my torso. The when he found the nipple he circled in and started licking me there. I realized he was looking for food. I told him, with a chuckle, “I can’t help you with that buddy, but let me get you a bottle.” He’s always thought I was his mother. I guess I am.
My cat is sick. I had to pack him up in the carrier and bring him into the city today to his vet.
i packed up my wipes and sanitizer and Face Mask and into the city I went, expecting to touch practically no one and nothing, and that’s what i did.
I made the usually 1 hour and 40 minute drive without hitting the brakes until i was exiting ON Manhattan Island (or IN The City, for you out of the area folk).
39 minutes in a min-van – wasn’t even speeding that much.
The City is eerie. About 1/2 of the Manhattanites have fled. There are about 2 million people left sheltering at home. The streets are mostly deserted. It feels like some Twilight Zone, post apocalyptic episode. They wouldn’t let me into the vets office, just pick up and drop off at the door so I sat in the mini van doing work on my computer. In view, the only person on the streets, a “homeless” man stood against the side of a building the whole time I sat there. Just stood. I can’t stand that long. With no foot traffic and most restaurants closed I wonder how they get any food or money. Certainly soup kitchens and shelters, if they are even open, are c-19 killing fields.
When I started my trip home, it’s just a few blocks to the Henry Hudson Parkway, Route 9A – The only Highway running north/south on the west side and only one of two in The City. The highway is The East River Drive, aka “The FDR”. I turned the below map sideways, so north is to the right.
9A – The Henry Hudson Parkway on the top, and the FDR Drive, on the bottom are the wide bright green roads – 3-4 lanes in each direction. Usually stop and go traffic on Manhattan Island.
41 minutes to return.
I don’t miss the traffic.