Above: Prospective cat owner test driving a calm calico at the local Humane Society.
Below: I once overheard an impeccably turned out woman in a fancy restaurant confide to her dinner companion that she was thinking of getting a cat, “But I want the kind that doesn’t jump on furniture.” So, finally here it is, that estimable feline specimen, on the lap of a woman taking in the early Spring sun in Washington Square Park.
I am blown away. On so many levels.
It looks like fabric printed as a cat and cut and stitched and filled with beans or something.