Total long shot, but we crossed paths at Durty’s on Saturday night through some mutual friends … unfortunately it’s difficult to have a solid conversation with someone in a loud pub, but I’d like to get to know you, perhaps over coffee sometime? —M

This article appears in Feb 7-13, 2013.

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  7. lol ivan, that was my old booger-cat. when he ran his belly swayed from side to side.
    my old fart head cat. sniff sniff.

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  8. Our old tom Hubert had the swingeing hairless bellhouse, as well. It was mortifying to see him sitting on the sidewalk, in pretty much the same pose as that picture, cleaning his vast expanse , and horrifying the neighborhood chilluns. Sometimes we’d just walk on by, pretending we didn’t know him.

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  9. couldn’t try that with the booger-man, he had a fast arm. snag ya where you stick out then look at you like a tasty bug. he had the LEAST respect for humans i have even seen in a cat, and that’s saying something, since they were created to humble and abase us.

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  10. Hubert’s idea of showing his love was to sink his teeth into that tender web of flesh between the thumb and forefinger and chomp down so hard you could feel his jaw muscles working. He would then put his ears back in indignation at the agonized screams that would inevitably ensue.

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  11. and we love them just the same, deez caught a mouse. luckily he is well fed and doesn’t nom on them

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