
So how did I end up with a cat one may ask? There was a time back in college that I would compare the chess piece of Bishop to cats. One may ask why is this? Well, I was never ever never afraid of giving up a Bishop in trade for just about anything, including a Pawn should i gain a tactical advantage by weakening my opponents defensive structure. That all being said...
Mom and Dad were down in Argentina in the early 90's. In perhaps one of the greatest examples of communication, Noche became adopted by them. Mom had expressed an interest in obtaining a white, long haired, blue eyed cat. So Dad, after heading home from the Cafe (where he worked o so hard drinking coffee, talking story, and no doubt hustling folk at golf) saw a kitten walking across a tennis court. This kitten was a black, short haired, green (or gold) eyed kitten. Of course seeing his opportunity to fulfill my Mother's desire at getting a pet kitten, scooped her up and brought her home.
Now, I was not privy to the exact conversation after he stepped in the door (no doubt it was similar to when my Father wanted a hunting dog, and mom adopted a poodle), but I am sure it went fairly well. Noche (or more correctly Esta Noche), was checked out and brought back to the states. Mom was doing a lot of travelling as a consultant at the time at flew the cat around with her everywhere. Dad, when he had time alone with the cat, taught her to fetch golf tees and return them to him.
All was good.
Then, when they decided to move back to Hawai'i, instead of having to quarantine the cat, they opted to leave her with me. Hmmm... Well, after an interesting start - I used to wear work boots and Noche would fetch the golf tees, but them toward the toe of the boot so when I put them on I would be reminded of her - we warmed up to each other. We are now good buds and even though she can be cranky in her advanced age, she still feels safe with me (around Pua may yet be a different story).
But be not worried for those who play me in Chess, you can still on occasion hear me mutter cats are like Bishops (albeit under my breath) should we be playing face to face.

















