She gazed into my eyes as if she was not hearing anything I was saying. She did some hair stroking and purring of her own, trying to sooth me as much as I was trying to do likewise for her. Then she became frozen for an instant.
“Where did you get that hat?”
“It’s a Captain’s hat. Do you like it?”
“I like it just fine, but are you sure it’s a Captain’s hat? It looks more like that milkman hat worn by the guy from Fiddler on the Roof”.
I must admit I was deflated for a minute, but I dismissed her comment about my new prized possession that I would end up wearing proudly for many years to come.
“Well that guy must have been a fisherman or sailor because this is a first-level hat worn by people who become sailors, ones who command great vessels bearing passengers and other stuff out at sea. They wore them with great honor and distinction. Like that guy, what’s his name?