First New York kitty!

We saw him! On 5th Ave! A man was sitting on a crate with a bag of belongings, reading a book with a sign that said “Please help. Every little bit counts”. And in front of him on a blanket with a bowl of nuts and a bowl of water was a tabby cat. In a jersey. He seemed quite contented there and when he did get up and take a couple of steps along the sidewalk the man grumped “Hey! Where you think you’re going?” Kitty stopped in his tracks. “Where you going? GET back here.” Kitty turned and came back and sat on his blanket! He had no lead around him and knowing cats, I don’t know how he was being prevented from darting into the rushing traffic or getting under a trillion shoppers’ feet or skeltering off at loud brakes on a bus or angry cabs honking their horns.

I didn’t go and pat him, I wasn’t sure of the etiquette although it was probably $1 a pat.