Kat's cat

Kat asked me to post this. I think his name is Korn (the owners were big fans of the band when they got him).

Larry

I had to sneak this shot because the owner was on the other side of this window. She probably saw me taking the shot, but I didn't care, because I'm long overdue for a cat post. Larry, who is likely a girl, but nonetheless looks like a Larry to me (maybe it's short for Larissa), saw me getting ready to take the shot and curiously walked over to me from the far side of the window. Found on Maynard by Cogswell.

Pictures of cats: Morningside Heights and Williamsburg

Sometimes you have to settle for pictures of cats rather than real ones. These cat mugs caught my eye on my way home last night; the cats have names (a la RTF) and are captioned. This one says, "My whole family's big-boned".




Also, in Williamsburg near LL's current but almost former house, this kitty caught my eye. Perhaps this is Justin Broadbent's home, or LL's theory is that the cat died, but the owners still wanted to see a friendly face in the window.

Window Cat on Maynard

It's an inadequate shot, I know, but here is one of two furry cats I see in this window on Maynard Street. They are very contented cats and seem to enjoy this perch. Whenever I go by to take a photo, however, they are not there—or their owners are home as is indicated by the sounds of their voices coming from within. It would be a bit awkward to take a photo of their window while they are in there.

I suppose I'll have to start looking elsewhere for neighbourhood kitties—I seem to have exhausted my supply here for now.

A-Mew-Sing Duo

Walking up the 45-degree incline that is Beacon Hill after a jaunt at the hardware store, my hubby and I spotted these two cats.





Maybe they are siblings. (One was sitting on the sidewalk, and one was lazing in the window. But they weren't interacting at all.) At any rate, they live on stately Mt. Vernon Street at a ritzy-looking residence, so they are probably rich felines. I will call them Grey Poupon and Cashmere.

I crossed the street to visit with Cashmere. He was feeling a bit shy, so he went into the little garden and sat just beneath a big leaf. I talked to him and tried to get him to look at me, but I wasn't cool enough to be his friend.



I like him anyway. And Grey Poupon, too.

Response to Sue: NYC Persian Cat

Same cat as Sue's (two posts ago). I think I saw him near Magnolia Bakery or thereabouts. Someone at the studio where I work thought this might be Winston, but on closer inspection, we determined it is unlikely. It would be a shame if his name weren't Lance.