Friday, August 27, 2021

Year of the Person

Hey, guess what? 

You know, like Nixon. 

Pottery Class Project

These wild outdoor cats get up to all kinds of things when I'm not looking. 

They made these bowls for their cousins who live in a house in Hamilton Park. Then they left the bowls behind their cousin's planter outside a window. 

Wacky kitties.

Patio Invasion

 Stop, thieves! 

Tuesday, August 24, 2021

Bart - Exiled Into the Multiverse

Paola, who lives upstairs, snapped a shot of this apprehensive moment between Jay and Bart.

"Jay, I can come over?"

"Bart, no. Yard is mine."

"But Jay, you let Gigi visit."

"Gigi is bigger than me. You are small, Bart."

"But we are both Flashes."

"I want to be the only Flash."

Monday, August 23, 2021

Getting Out of the Rain

"I hope the cats don't get wet," said a friend when I remarked on the steady downpour coming our way this morning.

"Oh no, they hide in the nuns' garage when it rains," I replied confidently. "With the raccoons."

Turns out that is not always the case. When I got home from pottery class this evening, I saw both Jay and Gigi cowering under the side bay window overhang.

I tried to lure them into the house by putting their dinner on a towel just inside the back door, but they only stayed long enough to eat a few bites, then they darted back outside. So now I have a dirty towel and some cat food on the floor.

Saturday, August 21, 2021

Not So Wild After All

Jay likes being scratched behind the ears, but he's still a little weirded out when he realizes a giant is the source of the nice feeling.

You Say You Want A Revolution

I tried to give Jay Garrick the less-feral-than-before cat a Revolution flea treatment.

It wasn't a total disaster but he wasn't really into it. He did tolerate me scratching his scruff this morning, but I didn't have a Revolution vial nearby then.

Friday, August 20, 2021

Neighborhood Moments

After dinner with Denise, I biked from Hamilton Park to Lafayette on a Citibike. When I got home, all the bike stalls were taken, so I had to ride over to the Liberty State Park rack to drop off my bike.

I walked back to Lafayette Street, and this turned out to be a good thing, because I arrived just in time to hear the neighbor talk on his phone while sitting on his stoop.

"Reparations, now that's a different story," he said. There was a pause as the person he was talking to responded. Then he laughed.

"40 acres and a mule. Imagine that in Jersey City. 40 acres would be a nice chunk of money!"

Another pause as I dug around for my key, as slowly as possible so I could eavesdrop.

"40 acres in Jersey City..."

His voice trailed off as I went inside.

Bart of Two Worlds

I thought I saw Bart over by the neighborhood pool. It might have been Bart's brother--I couldn't get a clear look at his ear to see if it was tipped. I tried to get closer but he avoided me and hid in the bushes, because he was embarrassed at being drunk.

Tuesday, August 17, 2021