The Lord Must Be in NYC
Heather Dubrow’s mother said something interesting on the RHOBH premiere last month.
God built LA. But he lives in New York City.
It was a weird quote, yes. But after eight (eight!) days in New York myself, I don’t question it.
If the lord is indeed in New York City, as Harry Nisson sang, a saint lives here in Palm Beach.
I’ve had a lot of wonderful cat sitters, but my favorite by far is Eduardo.
He’s the only one I’ve never met. And I’ve often thought about how it’s the plot of a Hallmark movie. A cute guy she hires to take care of her cats and she never cross paths until … whatever the dot-dot-dot would be.
In any event, Sabrina and Taylor set the bar high. But both bought houses elsewhere.
Ranice was adorable but I suspect she didn’t come every day. The fact that the litterboxes were over-full tipped me off.
That was back when I had no elevator and I’d dragged all those boxes up the steps. So I was pretty unhappy she went through four out of six Fresh Step boxes in 10 days.
Then there was Stephanie, who was also lovely. She has a full time job PLUS she works with a couple of cat rescues. So, she is for real a Cat Person.
I brought her back Belle loot from Tokyo, since Belle is her jam. And I was planning to bring her back Broadway stuff from NYC as that’s also her jam.
But then I remembered Eduardo, who’d looked after the kids when I was away for a long weekend. He’s only like two blocks from here, whereas everyone else was pretty far away.
Not only did he sent amazing, cheerful updates. But he apologized for sending a million photos.
Which … everyone else sent photos but I compared that to Stephanie who literally gave me proof of life (as I’d asked) and that was it. Also there were a lot of barf piles from my Stephanie shifts, so I don’t know if she missed them or what.
Eduardo not only sent reams of photos. But when my flight out of JFK got CANCELED on Wednesday, he was quick to say sure, let me know if you want me to hang around for a few more days.
Not only did he, but I came home to a house that was tidier than I’d left it.
Not saying he cleaned. But he’s the first one who grabbed the broom and pan I leave in the doorway and USED IT.
Not a vomit pile in sight.
Not only that … but I’d left a ton of extra litter.
And in seven nights’ worth of time, he did not open one of those packages.
Not one.
And yet, the boxes were downright sparkling. The food stations were perfect. Literally, unlike the previous sitter, I could walk in and breathe deep and not choke.
I sent him a $50 tip on top of his fees, and I wonder if that’s even enough.
Anyway I could go on and on about NYC. But I just wanted to share my absolute gratitude that I have this phenomenal cat sitter who truly let me worry about everything else and not this.
The kids love him too. You can tell from the photos.
In any event, I don’t see a Hallmark movie out of this. But man, if all men were half the man he is, I’d be way more interested in meeting one.