Just so you know, Huntingdon is the cat capital of America. I’ve stated this before. I’ll stand by this assertion again. I have for many moons dreamed of staging a dramatic, sweeping Huntingdon cat photography project which might result in the publishing of a large and glossy book which would subsequently win the hearts and minds of the nation. Art Institutions, nodding in agreement, would waive the need for me to actually obtain my M.F.A. the old-fashioned way, and I could live in a converted warehouse on Allegheny Street forever with my ninety-seven cats and enormous camera collection forever.
In the meantime, I have started this blog.
Here are some Huntingdon treasures, gathered just for you, in the first days back.
Seen outside the Huntingdon Community Center, on 5th Street. My only regret is this wasn’t a Sebring. (Sorry Quinn/Christina.)
**editor’s note: It has come to my attention that this IS a Sebring. I apologize for any confusion.
[sighting: Washington Street, Huntingdon, PA]
On a quiet and contemplative snowy-day walk, Jake and I discovered this window kitty. It was breathing and this is how we knew it wasn’t dead. (Science!) It did, however, remain very still for the entirety of the time we spent nosing around it, taking one-hundred pictures and saying, “Who’s a pretty kitty? Where’s your face, kitty? Kitty, are you dead?” This kitty also had a curiously bare patch on its haunch (see above). I felt sad for it.
Huntingdon has a decided surplus of stray cats as well. (I have adopted two of these in past years, with a middling level of success.) They are always, always looking for homes. Check out the humane society website if you’ve got room in that cold, cold heart of yours.
Over and out.