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Urban Fur: Daisy
As are most things New York Shitty, the story leading up to the above photographs is as much— if not more so— interesting than the images themselves. What’s more, my eardrums can personally attest to this fact.
It started simply enough: I was headed to the service-charge free ATM. I have been ordered to do this by the Mister and for the most part I am compliant. As I am approaching the place of Daisy’s work and play I spy a 50-something Polish couple taking in the wonder that is Daisy at rest with her belly revealed for all to enjoy. I stopped. This is a decision I would soon regret.
After making wise-cracks about her possibly being dead the husband started pounding on the window. His wife found this hilarious. However, Daisy didn’t. And neither did I for that matter; I politely stated that Daisy wants to sleep. This was summarily ignored. He kept on knocking and the manager of said establishment came out in a huff. What followed was a rather high decibel (and high-pitched) exchange in Polish. I could not parse it (my Polish vocabulary is rather limited, but I have a decent command of profanity). Nonetheless, I got the gist.
To whatever besotted soul thought “love” (or Esperanto) was the international language:
I beg to differ. It has been my observation after living in this international city for (more or less) 14 years shouting seems to be the lingua franca. And when punctuated with someone slamming the door shut (in this case, the manager) this can mean one thing and one thing only:
Fuck you.
Which brings me to the above photographs. This incident not only prompted Daisy (for reasons only known to her) to clean her ass, but it attracted the attention of children passersby. One of whom said to his father/keeper:
Look, this deli sells cats!
He was quickly advised to keep quiet and not to disturb her in any way. There is a lesson to be found here. I will leave it to you, gentle readers, to find it.
Miss Heather
Spotted On Manhattan Avenue: Genius
Yes, gentle readers, summer is definitely upon us— and with it comes an affliction affectionately called “swamp ass”. Some lady friends and I recently discussed this condition at length and how to address it. I will not go into any details at this time but I will state that panty-liners were brought to the table. Now jump back to today; as I am running errands I am thinking to myself:
- Wow, it is pretty damned hot outside!
- My chest was getting, well, kind of swampy.
I had honestly never given the latter matter much thought. What I have in the way of “cleavage” is at best nominal— but this was really beginning to annoy me. It was at that moment I looked up and saw something nothing short of inspired.
As you can see the above chap has taken some napkins and crafted a sweat-catcher for his “boobs”. I’m a little disappointed I myself did not think of this first but nonetheless give this creation two enthusiastic New York Shitty thumbs up. You go, Greenpoint!
Miss Heather
Spotted at 1011 Manhattan Avenue: Windows
After a long wait the paint is finally coming off the windows at 1011 Manhattan Avenue. Intrigued, I finally asked the folks behind this reputed coffee-shop-to-be what gives. Here’s the low-down:
- This establishment will serve coffee and pastries in the morning and wine, beer and “small food plates” in the evening.
- They plan on opening around the end of the month.
- The cat I spied peering out the front door recently is named “Sooti” and her sinecure as “shop cat” was merely temporary. She now resides in an air conditioned apartment upstairs!
So there have you.
Miss Heather
Urban Fur: Pets On The Run
Filed under: 11222, Crazy Cat Lady, East Williamsburg, East Williamsburg Brooklyn, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
Some of you might have noticed a new (and very cute) face at Pets On The Run recently. While I do not recall his name, this chap is one of the many adoptable kittens my fellow Greenpointer, Eva, has rescued over the years. You can meet a few more today at North Brooklyn Cats’s adoption event!
You can get more details about North Brooklyn Cats and this event by clicking here. Check it out!
The Kittens (A Muddy Paws adoption event)
July 9, 2011 starting at 2:00 p.m.
Muddy Paws
447 Graham Avenue
Brooklyn, New York 11211
Miss Heather
From The Brooklyn Daily Eagle Archives & Beyond: Fireworks!
Yours truly has been hearing a lot of fireworks lately. In fact, I heard some being discharged one very short block away from the location of a two-alarm fire which came to pass recently. Clearly a lesson has not been learned. For better or for worse, dear readers, we Greenpointers love us some fireworks. This in and of itself would not be a problem if we could simply use them correctly. Without further ado here are a couple of items from the Brooklyn Daily Eagle archives for your Independence Day reading pleasure. We’ll start with a personal favorite of yours truly: the tale of one Uriah Hoare. Enjoy!
June 15, 1860
Those of you who are wondering (as I did) as to why Mr. Hoare was arrested on “suspicion”, I found the answer via an item from the New York Times’s “Brooklyn Intelligencer” section dating from the very same day! It is truly something special.
And of course, when playing with fire crackers it is highly advisable to keep said articles pointed away from one’s face. On June 30, 1902 a Sutton Street resident named James Connolly learned this lesson the hard way.
Have a fun— and safe— 4th of July Garden Spotters!
Miss Heather
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