So, is there?
If so, what is it?...
What's the deal with Hasidic Jews and cats?
Many people of different sizes, colors, creeds, etc., have issues with the unappreciated feline, but this particular Hasid has a serious dilemma when it comes to precious lil' kitties.
This Hasid, Dave is his name, or that's his American name, is one of the way-too-many realtors showing my current apartment to potential inhabitants. HE DOES NOT LIKE HANK...or anything like Hank. He scurried like a little kitty evading a sniveling dog when he saw Hank for the first time. Don't let me neglect to mention the overdramatizations? This shell of a man was running around my apartment like his cute little braids were on fire.
Dave made a number of visits to my apartment and every time, after the first encounter, he wouldn't step inside unless it was certain that Hank was put away.
"Is the cat in there?" (Dave pointing to the door of the front room.)
"Yes."
"Good." (Dave then steps into the apartment)
I had Hank locked up (only temporarily, for Dave) in the bedroom (rear of the apartment) during one of his visits, and the woman seeing the apartment accidentally let Hank out. Hank ran towards the front of the apartment where I was standing with Scaredy Cat the Hasidic Jew Realtor, who was trying to stay as far away from the rear as possible. As soon as Hank made his way to where we were, Dave somersaulted his way up and out of harm's way with a "whoah" and a "AHH", while I heroically escorted Hank into the room. Assured that the coast was clear, Dave jumped down from the ceiling. Landing safely on his feet, he wiped his forehead, gave a sigh of relief, and said to me:
"Thank you. Sorry."
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