Ted

Here's Ted. He's the hobo who lives in my back yard. Here he is taking shelter by some collapsed boxes by the trash. Ted is scraggly and under-nourished, poor fella. I tried to make friends with him but he scampered away before I came within ten feet of him.

Subway man + cat + kittens: West 4 station

On the way home last night LL and I saw this man and his three cats (two little kittens and one possible-momma cat) in the subway entrance.

I asked if I could take his (and cats') picture and he kindly said yes. And he told me how calico cats (the one that looks like my baby kitten, right by the man's blue shoe) are always girl cats (all the kittens in my kitten's litter were calico, and all were girls), and I told him how orange stripey cats are almost always boy cats.

It's amazing that the cats stay with him and don't just run off into the night; I wonder how he gets around with them all without losing them.

Wallace

I don't know this cat's name, so I will call him Wallace. Wallace is an old black cat who roams our neighbourhood. He has been known to peek into my bedroom window and spook Nina, at least on one occasion. Ever since, Nina peers longingly and intently into the back yard from said window, hoping to exchange strange cat-body language gestures and growling sounds one might never have thought would be possible for a cat to produce.

Poor old Wallace—he seems weary and tired. He didn't know if he wanted to deal with me or not. He ran up to me, and then he jerked rather suddenly when I reached out to touch him, and he walked away. He was not mean, just a little bit skittish. I like Wallace.