Sometimes there's something blog-worthy, but no photo to go along with it. Such is the case today. Last night, Kevin, two other teachers and I went to the Jur Ur Bakery for an after-teaching supper. The weather was so nice that the bakery had propped their door open. In walked a cat.
When I went to sit down at the only empty table, the cat was under the bench where I'd be seated soon. One of the young men who works at the bakery was trying, and failing, at getting the cat to come out. Just for fun, I said, "Here Kitty, Kitty, Kitty," in my best cat talk voice. I wiggled my fingers as if I had something to feed the unsuspecting cat. I really had no vision of what would happen next. The cat came out obediently and started to follow me. I kept doing the same "cat call" and finger wiggling, sure that any moment the cat was going to get a clue, disattach from me, and run across the restaurant. Amazingly, the cat walked right out the door with me, as I kept saying in a cooing, high-pitched voice, "Here Kitty, Kitty...." I felt like most of the people in that bakery were watching the crazy "Cat Whisperer from America" usher the cat out, but I think I was a hero in the eyes of the young man who had tried to kick the cat out. He said, "Thank You!" and shut the door to keep the cat out.
Cats are not well loved by all Mongolians, so I'm sure it wasn't good business to let the cat stay as a guest.
A little side note: This is the bakery that has sometimes closed its doors to us right as we walk in at 8:30, even though the closing time is posted as 9 p.m. Maybe they'll keep their doors open to us in the future? Not sure!
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