We've been in NYC over the past several days. As usual with our trips to NY, we have so many family comittments we barely have time to see or do anything of more interest than breakfast at my parent's apartment or dealing with Larry's mother's vcr traumas. Please, don't ask. Really.
In any case, we saw my parents, both my sisters, the parent's puppy (still cheerfully insane, but thankfully housebroken), sister S's fiancee, my extended family for Jewish Christmas in Chinatown, Larry's mother, Larry's mother's vcr, and at Dan's request, the Second Avenue Deli for an overpriced but truly excellent hot pastrami sandwich. We did sneak out for lunch with friends. Shh, don't tell Larry's mother.
I've been a very bad blogger, and didn't blog or even take photos. However, you do get a photo of Leni the Psychotic Feral Cat who comes with the loaned apartment of friends of my parents where we stayed. My parents live in a one-bedroom NY apartment; and six people staying there is just not fun. Thankfully, their friends S & L go away every year, and let Larry and I stay in their apartment on West 97th.
Leni is under her blanket, where she stays when she's not growling and hissing from on top of the bed in the other room. Last year we thought we wouldn't be able to use the bed, until we figured how to get Leni off without us suffering scratches from shoulder to knee.
I swear, you can almost hear this cat thinking "Assholes! Assholes! Go Away! Not my People!"
She stays there and growls whenever someone tries to sit on the sofa. However, we did learn that leftover Chicken lo mein gets her almost sociable. She took a sliver of chicken from me, and then hissed, spat, and ran back under the blanket.
After four days, she decided it was ok to sit on top of the blanket and glare at us. ("Assholes! Get more chicken!") See you next year, Leni. We'll bring chicken.