… 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.

(It’s pictures like these that make me embarrassed to own a Mac…insert a shiver down my spine here.)

Ok so getting a Mac will in no way improve your experience of Working Class Cats — sorry Mr. Jobs. The problem is, as per Darkpony, the browser not the mechanical box (i.e a Mac or PC), nor the operating system (Vista or OS X) through which one views the Internet. One may optimally view this website and all others for that matter through the browser Firefox. [If you have not downloaded it yet, please do. It’s free and is way less buggy than Internet Explorer (any version) and Mac’s own browser Safari.] If you must be loyal to Microsoft down load IE7, and have less problems.

Matilda from www.shopcat.com’s archive.

An expat, and self-described flâneuse from the Lone Star State met Matilda who ‘mans’ the front desk at an iconic midtown hotel, the Algonquin and recounts her encounter  with Matilda in her blog Working off the Big Apple: A Strolling Guide through New York City. The 13-year rag doll was featured on the WCC once before and famous before that by way of www.shopcats.com, and as the successor to a former employee pictured in the coffee table book by Terry D Gruber. In the account of his sojourn, the Texan refugee also remarks upon a cocktail she consumed while at the hotel bar. Named in honor of Matilda, the cocktail is “a lemony orange vodka concoction finished with a touch of good champagne.”

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Vista issues aside, you’ll want to switch to a Mac to view my website properly. Argh! Now, of course, I am being a bit facetious. Obviously buying a Mac for the sole purpose of reading my blog….well…er…. first of all I don’t want that kind of pressure and second well that would make you mental. But in the mean time be patient as I will, hopefully, fix (or more likely Darkpony will. Pretty please Darkpony) the blog to be PC considerate this weekend.