A blog about New York City, my books, and my cats. Mostly.
When Bodhi was fixated on something in the kitchen window I thought it would turn out to be a pigeon. It was a dragonfly. There were actually around ten of them. I used to see them a lot downtown, when I worked for the Census in the financial district of Manhattan. The most beautiful of insects. And, I just read that they eat mosquitos, so YAY dragonflies!
Whenever I vacuum I have to gather up all the toys and pile them on the coffee table. The cats then jump up, all excited. “OHMYGOD!! Where did these come from??” Like they’ve never seen them before. Exaggeration Alert:. In reality it’s more like, “What’s this? Oh. These.” But for a second they’re excited. I bought all those stuffed animals thinking they’d learn to bite them instead of me. Didn’t work. They love the stuffed animals, but they still also love to bite me.
Check it out. This store put a sign in their window saying hello to my cat Bleecker. Okay, it’s a new store in the neighborhood saying hi to Bleecker Street. But don’t tell my cat. He thinks it’s for him.
About once a decade I lop all my hair off. It’s a look that has always worked for me, but now at sixty-three years old I think it might not look good on me anymore. I don’t have a picture, but here’s a screenshot from a video of me the last time I cut it short. It’s been a while come to think of it. Scroll down, please.
Seen on the side of a truck on my way to work yesterday. My new best friend. He has hip issues. BUT DO NOT LOOK AT HIS HIPS. He doesn’t like that.
