Meet the shop cat: Bonnie
Bonnie hangs out in a pet store in the west village. Ok, it isn’t brooklyn, but she is a cute and chubby shop cat worthy of a post. I was pretty amazed at Bonnie’s casual attitude towards rush hour foot and car traffic.
Bonnie hangs out in a pet store in the west village. Ok, it isn’t brooklyn, but she is a cute and chubby shop cat worthy of a post. I was pretty amazed at Bonnie’s casual attitude towards rush hour foot and car traffic.
November 6th, 2006 at 6:50 pm
Bonnie knows more than you think. In her dimension there is no traffic. There are no cars. Bonnie is pure zen - she’s not worried about education or Iraq. She’s not worried. Bonnie’s whiskers tell her everything she needs to know about this space. In fact, Tammy, there is no Bonnie.
November 7th, 2006 at 12:34 pm
Judging by her basketball shaped physique, I think Bonnie is entirely tuned into a the “tuna and chicken liver pate” dimension. Cars are not tuna - so they are of no interest. Pedestrians not tuna, Iraq - not tuna, education - not tuna. Humans - not tuna, although they do sometime carry tuna with them so they somewhat appear within Bonnie’s zen radar.
November 8th, 2006 at 11:02 am
What a bizarre exchange.