What cat?
Anyone stumbling down north 14th Street in search of another bar stool, unless completely blinded from fermented grains, no doubt has spotted Silas basking in the nightlife ambiance through the window of A Novel Idea Bookstore. Silas passed a few months ago and the LJS published a story about the demise of the iconic kitty.
Cinnamon, owner of Idea, had an idea, proposing that as a memorial for Silas, customers — an impersonal term when applied to characters within a tale of such compassion, so let us call them patrons — could make a donation to either The Cat House or the Capital Humane Society. The organization receiving the most donations is where she would choose the replacement for Silas. Replacement is another vulgar term, so let us replace replacement with: Ongoing, soft, purring, lovable, superior life-force.
The popularity of Silas and his home is evidenced by the response Cinnamon received: More than $4,500 in donations, The Cat House coming out on top.
Pictured is Eddy (and Cinnamon). Eddy’s store-mate is Padric, both of whom are cats, therefore adorable. Eddy has the swagger of a champion killer. He was eyeing a baby pigeon on the sidewalk while I was in the store and nearly escaped a couple of times in a desperate attempt at slaughter. Padric is a tiny, gentle, shy sort, who loves his chin, neck and ears rubbed. Fine additions both to the north 14th Street community.
I seem to have become the official cat photographer for the paper, which is fine because I like cats, Cinnamon and I can read a book, even while slouching on a bar stool.
