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-