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Socks, The First Cat
by Jean Blevins
From an animal shelter in Arkansas to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue - how's
that for an American Tail? And the one that's attached to the First Family's
feline friend Socks has already made its way into American folklore.
During Inauguration Week, when hotel accommodations in Washington D.C.
ranged from difficult to impossible to obtain, Socks didn't have to worry.
His own suite was reserved for him in a Pentagon City hotel. Although the
black-and-white shorthair's social schedule didn't permit him time to check
in to his own personal room, if he had done so, he might not have wished to
leave.
Two local business people - a florist and a pet shop proprietor -
joined forces to decorate the suite for His Socksness. In one corner was a
brass four-poster - kitty sized, of course. Above the bed were grapevine
wreaths decorated with artificial feathered birds and assorted cat toys.
Arranged in profusion around the four-poster were cat treats and cat toys
galore. Oh, Socks, if the gang at the shelter could have seen it!
But that wasn't all. Street vendors did a brisk Inauguration-week
business selling t-shirts and sweatshirts featuring a cartoon likeness of
Socks. One group, whose spokesman said they were friends who got the idea
while doing their regular running workout, promised to donate part of the
proceeds to Florida hurricane victims and part to homeless animals.
"We've sent each of the charities a thousand dollars out of our
proceeds," said the businessman as he hawked his wares from a card table
set up on K Street.
Since taking up residence in the White House, Socks has been busy
investigating the sniffs of his new yard. Television cameras recently
recorded the First Cat's perambulations around his new territory, safely
harnessed and attached by a long, long leash to a peg in the ground.
Unabashed by the curtailment of his freedom, Socks curiously explored
the grassy area, watching the camera with far less interest than it watched
him. But why not? He's already Met The Press a number of times, not only
with his 13-year old owner, Chelsea, but on his own.
There was the memorable day during the transition from Bush
administration to Clinton administration, when it seemed nobody was
available to greet the news media - but Socks. On that day a photograph
flashed across the wire services showing a calm, self-possessed Socks,
seated outdoors in his yard, literally surrounded by a horde of news-hungry
camera operators, with their devices snapping and grinding away.
Socks seemed undisturbed, although reportedly the head of his family
said, "Enough!" Since then, the public hasn't seen quite so many pictures
or stories about Socks, but the First Cat is clearly here to stay, and he
seems to be enjoying himself.