This kitty will celebrate more than the 4th of July today but the success of her candidate:

Park Slope cat reporter, tells the story:

saw that several Bklyn neighborhoods are represented but Park Slope isn’t. (Also, our Representative doesn’t represent us - our ED went for Obama but she’s casting her Delegate vote for Hillary.

And so this is the first edition to WCC from Park Slope. Wasn’t sure that there were many working class stiffs around that ‘nabe anymore.

Mietek strutting his stuff.

When I photograph the bodega cats reactions vary from store to store. They range from apathy to mild disdain. Rarely do I get warm candor. This day in May was not much different. Nonetheless it was a small victory: understanding. A cashier at one of the more modern delis popping up all over Manhattan Ave in Greenpoint, had all the facial expressions of a Botoxed celeb, when she said, “So this is your hobby…” I smiled back eagerly affirming her suspicion and trying to draw her out. She granted nary a nod to my enthusiastic acknowledgment, and she took only slightly more than a glance back. Perhaps sated, but not smug, she looked down and went back to work. Undeterred, I managed to pry the cats’ name out of her. “Mietek is his name.” I was really pushing it now. With a hint of rage beginning to simmer under the cashier’s otherwise placid visage, I kept talking. “Could you spell that,” I say with all the vigor of dimmed-witted tourist to the cynical local. Man! I am lucky I got out of there with all limbs intact.

Stay tuned more pictures of Mietek in tomorrow’s post.

Call me crazy but this goes a little bit too far. WCC takes a month off and already the workers are being exploited.

The Baltimore Sun Reports:

Male kindergarten teacher? Jewish biker?

Ken Shapiro of Parkville, a Y-chromosomed early-childhood educator and founder of Semites on Bikes, met with his share of raised eyebrows.

Maybe it’s my old Free to Be You and Me album talking, but it takes more than that to shock me. It takes seeing Shapiro straddle his Harley in the nude, with nothing but a strategically placed cat to protect his modesty.

Shapiro appears in “Kitty Porn,” a calendar that, according to the promotional materials, features “12 nude, middle aged, mostly out of shape, jewish men, discreetly covered by cats!”

… the Raccoon …forgettaboutit… perhaps Balboa… as, well, he does work at an Italian restaurant and dons some faux ice upon his collar. Eva101 tells the story:

Hi Tomcat,

Rocky works at the F*&^%$# B)%$#@ in williamsburg. You should visit and take photos in the daylight. Rocky is a feisty little fellow and sports a red collar with a giant ‘R” encrusted in rhinestones! He watches after the goings on and entertains the customers. Occasionally goes out to sharpen his claws on a tree wrapped in a string of christmas lights.

e.,

ps i recommend tiramisu gelato!

Wine store kitty starts off a good night for a couple Bjork (concert) bound Brits….

“Popping in for a quick drink before a Bjork concert in the halls next door we met Tibbi who’s the cat in a wine bar in Wolverhmapton in England - he was very friendly, greeting each table of customers, before settling on the stairs to keep an eye on everything. He didn’t seem to mind the music, or want to get out onto the (fairly busy) road.”

Thanks for the comments and photo,

Tomcat

…she says, “save money on potting soil by purchasing it at a dollar store.”

Check out this [article] in the [NY] Times, which chronicles some of the mousers that have resided at the Vatican over the years.

Meet Tom, the bodega kitten. He’s just 4 1/2 months old. He seems to already have a fan club as a woman, whom I thought worked at the bodega (she was wearing an apron at 1:00am, an honest mistake right?) was playing cat and mouse with him. You can see Tom’s mouse in the background. Its the blue dot 3/4 of the way back from Tom to the pair of legs in the far background.

This bodega cat appeared to be emerging from a long winter’s nap. A second ago the cat was peaking his head out of the cellar door that the guy in the picture now occupies.

“What’s that guy doin’ in my basement?”

Proceed with caution.

“alright, alright, we’re cool…we’re cool.”

Up close and personal.

Though set in 1930’s Algiers, Joann Sfar’s “The Rabbi’s Cat,” begins with what seems to be a well placed jab at the contemporary misappropriation of Jewish culture. The cat informs the Rabbi’s daughter, or as the cat refers to her, “his mistress,” that he wants to learn Kabbalah. She scolds him as being “ignorant,” (as well as, I imagine, Sarf is thinking of all the other douche bags like Madonna, that treat Jewish Mysticism so glibly). The daughter continues that you must start from the beginning that is presumably reading the Torah and generations of theology contained in the Talmud. The Rabbi’s daughter intuits the cat’s desire to learn Kabbalah as he does not communicate in human speech. This soon changes. Yielding to his feline urges the cat swallows a pet parrot and gains the ability of speech though unfortunately not the ability to speak the truth. For this problem, the Rabbi attends to fixing by placing the cat under his tutelage and supervision. Concerning the latter, the Rabbi fears…well…lest the cat lead his daughter into temptation. Sfar’s drawing in the upper right hand cell pictures the daughter reading a volume of Stendhal’s prose in the company of the cat. The Stendhal reference hints at the worst of the Rabbi trepidations. In other words, the Rabbi sees the cat as a potential trigger for the onset of an explicitly erotic version of the Stendhal Syndrome. Kinky. “Its time for a lesson in morals naughty kitty,” so the Rabbi’s gestures suggest as the cat is ushered off for a seminar in Rabbinic teachings…

For the rest of the story, I guess you have to buy the book published by Random House (a certain fellow blogger should have know this and informed me…ha kidding…do you know this book though?). All I have found of the book online thus far is this teaser by the publisher that I have recast here.