Sunday, March 29, 2009

Brent















Spotted Brent here at a bike shop on Christie Street. When I went up to the window, he tried to smell my finger through the glass, then rubbed his body against it. I wished I could have gone in to meet him, but the store was closed.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Jack b. Nimble



Now to introduce lil' Jack 'Oprah' Young. He is about 7 months old and loves to sit on computers. Lil Jack also likes to chase red glittery balls and hide them in places big people can't see. Then he will wait 2.5 months to pull it out of his hiding spot and surprise you like you have just seen a ghost. This is not a joke. He has a miraculous gift of being especially talented when playing fetch. Oh, and he also likes to attack the drawstring on your sweatpants while you are wearing them.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

From SoHo

SoHo cat, dog sculpture

(This was outside a pet store)

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Sabine & Griffin





























Sabine (grey) & Griffin (black) are sister and brother. They belong to a kid I babysit for. If it wasn't for the fact that they frequently use the couch as a litter box, I would say they are great cats.

When Sabine goes outside she never hesitates to hiss a couple of times, perhaps to scare away any possible danger. Once the coast is clear, she jumps up on the window sill, stares inside the house, and will start meowing shortly after to come back in. She gets very cuddly when she comes inside, and likes to sit on the keyboard and purr, or on your papers, or at best, on your lap. She does that paw-curl-nails-out-stretchy-thing when you pet her. I couldn't stand it the other day because she kept doing it to my very ticklish knees.

Griffin is the poopsmith of the two, the reason the couch has become a pooping ground. He is always content, and is very submissive to being picked up. He's been missing for a few days, since we let him out on Monday.

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Moonbeam.

I was out to run an errand, but I saw this fellow on a porch. I called him as I call all cats, "Kitty! Kitty!" He came, of course. I pet him. He purred. My phone rang. I kept petting him while on the phone, until I looked down and saw that I had stepped in dog poo.