Finally, I’m starting to catch up! I am in cat blog DEBT and I promise, I’ve been filing away your contributions all along the way– they are coming, baby, I swear.
Most of you know that The Bearded Companion and I recently made the big move to the big city. We are perched on the third floor of do-or-die Bed-Stuy, where we are spending the day preparing for Hurricane Irene, apparently. As we batten down the proverbial hatches and prepare to hole up at my dear cousin’s apartment for what has been called a “booze and board game bunker” evening, I am going through my extensive files to bring you images of just SOME of the kitties I have encountered since moving. Voila.
[sighting: Bedford Avenue, Brooklyn, NY]
It seems that one can find kitties nearly everywhere, and also places at which one would like to be employed as to more acceptably pet the aforementioned kitties. One rainy August afternoon, Matt led us into Spoonbill & Sugartown Books of hipstertowne, USA, to seek shelter from the rain and also to hang out with THIS GUY.
I always explain to people, when asking for photo permission, that I have a cat blog. This honestly never seems to impress or assuage.
[the cats of others: Raymond Shea-Wright]
Raymond is awesome and loves to sniff my hands, bags, etc. Also once I saw him walk into the middle of the room, stop, and fall directly over with great noisemaking. It was wonderful.
Raymond is especially fond of flopping against things: corners, doors, etc. Here, I captured him in that pursuit.
Luckily, Mike Shea is a renowned cat-translator and provided me with the following interpretation of what Raymond wished he was up to.
Dance, Raymond, dance.