A cat named Weed
Personal Stories of Inspiration, Love and General Observation
From Sam, who discovered the pleasures of living with an ‘inherited pet’ on one of Brownstone Brooklyn’s one-block “Places”:
One day in the Key Food on Atlantic Avenue I was chatting with a fellow musician who carried his horn in a backpack case. After a musical chat, he asked where I lived. “I’m staying with a friend, and looking for an apartment… any suggestions?”
“This might be your lucky day,” he said. “Our co-op building on Willow Place has a ground floor vacancy… the owner is moving to New Jersey and wants to rent it. But you’ll have to take the cat that lives there… his name is Weed.”