Month: September 2012

I’m thinking of adopting this cat. I have to make up my mind, like now, and call. He’s wonderful, but I’m torn. Am I doing the right thing for Finney? Will I love the new cat as much as I did Buddy? He’s not vocal they said, and I kinda like cats that talk. Buddy squeaked every time he jumped on the desk to be with me, and meowed when he wanted attention. But I shouldn’t be looking for Buddy. If I get another cat I should open up to what is lovable about this cat. I didn’t much like Buddy at first, he hid for days, and wouldn’t let me pick him up (and never liked being picked up). Then he became the most lovable cat I believe I have ever owned, with endless quirks that made me love him even more.

The picture isn’t sharp because I didn’t want to turn on the flash and he wasn’t being completely still.

Update Below!

This cat had just come into one of the places where I was looking. I started to say I’d foster him, but the woman I was working with (at KittyKind at the Petco at Union Square) didn’t think that was a good idea. They didn’t know anything about him yet and it might be too stressful for Finney and me. But he looks just like Buddy, so my heart leapt.

Another update below!

Buddy when he was first rescued. This was weeks or maybe a month before I got him. Buddy’s adult face was not unlike this grey cat’s.

Today I’m going on a walk about. Well, it may turn out to be the first half of a walk about. I’d planned to walk around to all the animal shelters, but I have to go downtown first to scout out a location for a 9/11 lunch and I may not make it to them all.

The other day I was talking to a friend about the phenomena where you see someone you recognize and you can’t quite place them. Your first thought is that it’s someone you’ve met and you’re forgetting them and then you realize, oh. No, I don’t know them. I saw them on TV.

Yesterday, I saw this person and I almost said hello and then I realized, no, I saw them on TV. Her name is Kara Laricks and she was the winner of a reality tv competition show called Fashion Star.

There were so many amazing outfits, and I didn’t get the best of them for one reason or another; people whipped by too quickly, my jaw was dropping, etc. Some of the best were going in and out of Alexander McQueen’s. Oh, this is not a comment on the outfits of the people in these photographs! And I got free stuff! Two pairs of gloves, a really nice notebook, and Pantene samples.

Anyway, it was fun to walk around. If I wasn’t feeling so weary I would have tried more neighborhoods. But now I’m home, in my pajamas, watching the DNC. Clinton and Sandra Fluke killed it last night (that girl is going places). Kerry was surprisingly good tonight, and Biden is coming up next!

For some reason, over the years my neighborhood has become one of the places for high fashion. So when the fashion industry holds its yearly Fashion’s Night Out, my neighborhood and the Meatpacking District, which is one neighborhood over, becomes one big party.

It’s wall to wall people dressed to the nines, and all the stores that I can’t afford to shop in open their doors and serve drinks, food, there’s music, sometimes fun things to do (besides buying things). Sometimes free stuff. Little things usually, like last year all I got was a bag of potato chips, but they were actually really seriously good chips.

It’s very festive and fun. I just love to walk around taking pictures. (Looking dowdy in comparison to all the people descending on my neighborhood.) There’s this energy that just feels so completely frivolous, but in a good way, a sparkly, bubbly, effervescent party way. At some point I know I’ll be thinking that as fun as this is, the world would be so much better if Buddy was still in it, but what are you going to do? Eventually I’ll stop thinking things like that.

A pigeon who has been hanging around on my fire escape.

I dragged myself out of the apartment to run errands and was rewarded by coming upon a shoot for the HBO show Girls. This is Lena Dunham, the show’s creator and the star. FYI, they’re shooting a half a block away from Carrie’s Sex and the City apartment. Update: The actress on the left is Rita Wilson. That’s been bugging me. I can rest now.

The actress on the right is Allison Williams, daughter of news anchor Brian Williams. Thanks to Jon Stewart, whenever I think of Brian Williams I will always think and see “the giant head of Brian Williams”.