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Cafe Time in New York

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The New Yorker  magazine published a story today about a cafe for cats.  Most certainly Koko and Jean Claude will have to make a stop when they go to New York for a visit.
The New Yorker
April 24, 2014

The Cat Café Is Here

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Some people think that everything is better with a cat. A walk in the park, say, or a cup of coffee. Mostly everyone else thinks those people are misguided, especially the New York City Department of Health, which generally frowns on the presence of live animals in places where cooked animals are served as food—with the exception of service animals and fish in tanks, of course. One measly mouse can spell trouble, and “four or more live animals in establishment” might mean a failing grade in the window and a padlock on the door. Meanwhile, in Europe and Asia, pet cafés of all stripes and spots—for cats, dogs, goats, turtles, rabbits, and penguins—have been popular for more than a decade. This sort of hygienic uptightness is part of what’s wrong with America, you might say.

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The nice people of Purina, however, want to change all that and restore America to its greatness. For the good of the country, and the hundreds of cats awaiting their “forever homes” at the North Shore Animal League shelter on Long Island, Purina has created a pop-up cat café on the Lower East Side—one part marketing ploy, two parts adoption drive, and a dash of caffeine. Today through Sunday, patriots and feline fanciers alike can enjoy a “cat-achino”—there’s a cat face in the foam—while petting one of sixteen cats.

Before Cat Café opened to the public, a horde of reporters was invited to meet with the felines. Eight cats—carefully screened for their sparkling personalities and tolerance for people—travelled two hours from the shelter, in Port Washington, in a specially outfitted bus. Despite the cats’ reputation for being aloof and skittish, the animals fully inhabited the space, climbing on intricate structures designed by the New York artist Linda Griggs. A six-month-old, all-white female cat named Duchess patiently posed for photos and videos. Connor, a mischievous gray tabby, scaled a tall room divider and perched happily next to the GoPro camera, which would broadcast a livestream of the café. One of the humans fetched a ladder to coax the cat down from its perch, but Connor declined the help and found his way down himself.

The cats frolicked happily in front of the wrap-around windows, attracting stares from passersby, which raised the question: weren’t the Purina folks afraid of a visit by a Health Department inspector? And how did they get that A grade on the door, anyway? Turns out that a set of doors between the café—serving coffees, cookies, and sandwiches, all free as part of the adoption drive—and the cat play space is a suitable separation. Feel free to take your beverage and pastry and then grab a seat and a cat.

In one corner, a reporter found Ciarra, a spunky four-month-old kitten, all black except for a white patch on her chest. Purring enthusiastically in response to every question, Ciarra proceeded to groom her scrawny black legs and lick the reporter’s hand with her sandpaper tongue, and curled up to nap in the reporter’s lap. The reporter petted the cat’s silky soft fur and fell into a hazy reverie. For a few days, pet cafés in the U.S.A. are no longer just a dream.

Photograph by Amy Sussman/Invision for Purina ONE/AP.

Read more: http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/culture/2014/04/the-cat-cafe-is-here.html?printable=true&currentPage=all#ixzz2zuAX0ggf

Wake-Up Call

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Jean-Claude and Koko both tend to be night owls.  So it comes as no surprise that they wake me up very early for play, foot or whatever.   This photo is very amusing.

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Crumbs Lead the Path To Freedom

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It was a lovely cool day  Saturday so I decided why not just open the window to my bedroom.  I usually keep it closed as Jean Claude and Koko have pushed out the screen trying to reach the birds that congregate on the air conditioner unit that hangs from the window in the room adjacent to the bedroom.  But Saturday, I said why not open it for a time.    Mistake.   As I sat reading the newspaper in the television room JC entered with a little present:  a bird, still alive.   Apparently he or Koko had pushed out the bottom the bedroom window  screen and the bird either flew in or was  yanked in by one of the cats.    I was of course horrified and screamed,  startling  JC who released his grip on the creature who then began to fly around the room.  Frightened I shut the door leaving the bird inside and went to run an errand, forgetting JC was still in the room.   I assumed the poor bird met his fate.   To   my surprise  two hours later,   I opened the door  and  the bird began to fly around the room.    I  then opened a window, pushed JC  out of the room but was not fast enough for Koko who entered and captured the bird, again.    I was screamed and  Koko released the bird .   So I put Koko out and closed the door and put some crackers on the ledge.     An hour later I opened the door.  No bird.   Koko and Jean Claude remained downstairs in the living room.    I think the bird, with the help of the crumbs,  figured out how to get out the open window and  went on  to other things.

Repost: Paging Mr. Serling

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Jean Claude and Koko are back living with me right now.  I decided it was time for a little retro so I’m rerunning the March 2010 column The Cat Door: “Paging Mr. Serling,” which recalls the time that Jean Claude let himself back in the house without my help.

 

The Cat Door: Paging Mr. Serling

Posted on March 17, 2010 by Azeena

Jean Claude and Roxie joined me again outside today. I think Roxie is still debating  whether she is more of a house cat or not. She beat a hasty retreat back into the house at the sound of the neighbor’s dog. Of course not Jean Claude who remained under one of my rose bushes, calmly chewing grass.

With all the warm weather I decided to bring out some outdoor furniture,  naturally Jean Claude followed me into the garage to inspect but he quickly became bored. I had a bright idea  to swap out my two front porch chairs, worn by the harsh winter for two chairs  I kept in the garage. Rather than  carry the new chairs up the stairs and through the house I decided to carry them through the alley to the front of the house.   I shut but DID NOT LOCK  the basement door and LOCKED  the screen door which has security bars.   As I started down the alley with the chairs in hand,  I heard the trash truck fast approaching behind me.    Jean Claude, still outside, began to howl.   I glanced over my shoulder to see him beckoning at the upstairs back door.    “Let him wait,” I thought.   I continued carrying the chairs through the alley to their new resting place.    Giving the four chair layout a try I decided ‘ just two for now.’   I proceeded back down the stairs with the old chairs  through the alley to my backyard.   Where…was Jean Claude??   No more howling but my basement door was now ajar. “Oh my goodness,” I thought, “Someone has broken into my house.   I must have forgotten to lock the screen door.”

I peered inside and to my amazement there standing inside the house behind the screen door was ….Jean Claude.  Evidently not inclined to wait for me to come and let him back in the house he had pushed the bottom screen in a bit,  climbed through the security bars, pushed open the door and let himself in.  

Hopefully I won’t soon see  cat toys strategically placed on my house steps.

Angry Birds

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Angry Birds is a video game and app,  millions use it.   Koko, the domestic short-hair, spent a great deal of time today in the big tree in my back yard with her own version of angry birds – two birds from the same family seemed to delight in tormenting Koko as she attempted to dialogue with them.  Up she climbed to almost to the top of the tree has one bird would fly close and then fly away and the other would peck her tail.    Jean Claude, the black Bombay,  himself a past target of these “angry birds,” just watched quietly at the comical spectical of me trying to coax Koko from the tree and throwing small stones at the birds to keep them from her.   Finally I gave up, when in the house and called CCL who said “just leave her in the tree,” she’ll come down.   Shortly after I went upstairs and turned myself to other things, something told me to go to the back door.  Sure enough as I looked outbackyard, Koko was climbing down the tree.  She apparently had enough of the angry, teasing birds and was  ready to come inside the house to some peace and some good eats.