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During our random wandering around an area of the Lower East Side that we’d not been to yesterday we discovered a shoe shop on Orchard Street where a couple of cats live. Wasn’t shoe shopping but couldn’t resit going in when we saw their sign on the door warning dog owners to beware!

One of the cats, Marlo, was very smoochy, but the other, Bowery, just sat there and let me pat him but refused to look at me. They were very at home in the shop.

Orchard Street was rather lovely and quaint with a lazy afternoon feel – tree-lined streets with small shops of handmade or collectible items – jewellery, shoes, men’s clothes etc with a little diner or restaurant on every corner.

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.

Went out to Plimmerton this morning to feed Scooby but he didn’t come when I called! And after much cat-voice calling around the neighbourhood I caused enough disturbance for a neighbour to come out and ask what I was doing there!

However, there was a tui that came really close to get to the flax plant by the driveway – I think that’s the closest I’ve ever been to one – even closer than the ones that come to the window in Awakeri.

About time for another cat photo! Here’s one of Scooby watching the All Whites game a couple of weekends ago that I’ve only just rediscovered from Matt in my Inbox.

I’m still here. Just so much going on …

• So much help to write
• Have to give my first ever presentation at the stock exchange this week
• Have got a new role
• Still training 2 new staff, lost my original Oompa Loompa to another team
• Got a new phone
• Had to entertain parents for a weekend
• Housework and ironing is piling up
• and Christmas is only 6 weeks away

Anyway, here’s a picture of the pussy cat at the Brown Sugar in Otaki that we stopped in to visit on our way to Palmerston North last week when The Mister got called up there to give a presentation.

One of the nice routines in Blenheim is the daily walk – dogs and child need to get out for some air, and obviously does us all some good, especially those of us spending our lives in an office. This weekend in Blenheim we took a route around the block that took us by a house where a very friendly cat saw us and ran across the grass meowing, tail in the air and jumped up on the fence for a smooch and pat. He was so friendly! So we took that route every day and managed to catch a photo of him today. It took a bit of luring to get him to come for a pat today though because he was out on the porch with the ladies next door who were knitting and gossiping and providing plenty of pats. But in the end he came for a big cuddle

As we were wandering through Mt Vic again this weekend we encountered a very friendly puss who ran up to greet us. He had very unusual markings – haven’t seen such specific ginger colouring before and the little dotted line of tabby grey between his back and tail made it look almost as though he had a tail belonging to someone else!

We’re on kitty sitting duty for Pip and Pi this weekend. In Pi’s case kitty sitting means sit down and the kitty sits on you. Straight away! Before being fed even. He’s so smoochy and lovely.

I follow the icanhascheezburger.com website (basically pictures of cats doing funny things that people have added clever captions to) and I have to say over the months of following it I have noticed a large number of photos of wet cats because they’re being bathed. Here’s the one that was on the site this morning:

I have to say, I never ever thought to wash a cat and I don’t remember ever washing any of the family cats we had. They don’t like water and they wash themselves don’t they? Perhaps it’s the long-haired breeds that are being washed (which we never had).  In the wet cat photos they never look as though they are enjoying bath time that’s for sure!

Met lovely friendly Lola in Aro Park on our walk today. I chatted briefly to a girl with a bag of vegies on her way back through the park from the market and she said Lola is quite often there, so we’ll probably walking that way again soon!