[sighting: Maori Hill, Dunedin, NZ]
I think especially now that I am done at the gallery, I am spending most minutes of my day inadvertently seeing cats, and reacting with great gladness. This was a favorite find earlier in the week, when we were on our way to fly some kites.
AHHH LOOK AT HIS LITTLE MUSTACHE. Or perhaps it’s more of smudgestache. (It’s certainly nothing to rival the mustache of Tom Tuten the-cat-not-the-boy….but we can’t speak of him because it makes me too sad.)
At any rate, I can report that smudgestache was friendly, like all the cats in this neighborhood (except for the one I mentioned before who was just overtly sexual towards us….I’m still following up on this one) and he purred and petted against us with great happiness and reckless abandon. We were sad to say goodbye.
Also I think cats can just tell that Ken LOVES THEM. He’s a good companion. And they make great drawing subjects for him as well….art from life, I suppose. Every new cat is just another model.
Cats smell us out cheerfully, and kiss our cat-lovin’ hands.
Cat blog enthusiasts, I hope it comforts you to know that Dunedin’s cat material is a renewable resource. My god it is good here.