If you know anyone in Montreal who needs a cat, I know where they can find a very nice one. She’s hanging out at the tiny park on the bike path between Saint Césaire and Saint Paul D’Abbotsford. Where 112 intersects with Rang de la Grande Barbue. I rode past a bunch of camping places and slept in a small smelly park with this friendly cat. She curled up on top of my sleeping bag and purred all night.
This morning she ate a can of anchovies and investigated the bike. Maybe she lives right around there and was just slumming it for the night. But she made the saddest meow when I left after breakfast. Broke my heart. She’s affectionate and obviously used to having some attention and cuddles.
They take cycling rules quite seriously in Montreal! I found this out in a mere three days of riding around the city when I nearly got ticketed. Twice. Once when I started to roll through a stoplight. (I’d stopped. There was no one coming.) A police car directly behind me made some whoop noise and I backed up like I had just been joking. The next day a policeman waved me over and almost cited me for wearing earbuds. He was not swayed when I told him it was a podcast, not music. Actually, he didn’t really speak English that well. When I showed him my California ID, he let me go with a warning on account of my being an ignorant foreigner.