Maybe I should have snatched the kitten right off her shoulder, but I didn’t and I guess I fucked up. I did have a big orange cat named Poober who didn’t like other cats, but I still didn’t like leaving this little Poober clinging on for dear life…Add this to a list of things I should have done…

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3 thoughts on “NYC 1987

  1. OK….I think I know this woman…and there is a verrrry long story there. I believe, back when I used to be a more prolific blogger, I even wrote a post about her…unless I am confusing her with someone else…but I am pretty damned sure it is the same woman. She is frightening.

  2. Back then she might have, but I recall her having lived in Brighton Beach. She was on the Animal Planet show Pet Detectives, b/c she had upward of 50-100 kitties in her house. And I recognized her on the show because just a couple of weeks earlier we were both waiting for the same bus in Brooklyn. I am pretty sure it is her — if it is, she is completely insane.

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