This friendly feline lives at "Aphrodisia" on Bleecker Street. She's usually asleep in the window or perched on a pillow-covered stool farther back in the shop.
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A "southerner in New York City" trying to survive as a husband, dad, breadwinner, artist, photographer, and all of the usual "baggage" that entails . . . ruminations on growing up in southern suburbia during the 70s and early 80s . . . a sampling of my photographs and paintings . . . all filtered through the sieve of clinical depression, too much education, and always, my very biased opinions.
2 comments:
Oh, what an awful life. She really looks beaten down and starved, doesn't she? We should all be so lucky. I think I would like to come back in my next life as a shop cat in an exclusive shop in the Village. LOL! Thanks for the photo.
aw...I love it when they put their paws in front of the eyes. Like they cannot, absolutely CANNOT be bothered.
NO BOTHERING!!!!
lol. He looks comfy!
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