Ran into Ed Begley Jr. The Cat again last night, and let me tell you, a). the comparison stands, and b). he is a very good cat. When he saw me coming down the street, he ran up to greet me, and followed me down the street and across two intersections on my way to the bodega to buy him some food. He appears to be (kinda) well-fed, but what’s he’s clearly missing is human companionship. He’s dirty, and not sickly, but starved for attention. I had trouble getting pictures of him because every time I got my phone out he would butt his head against my hand in search of more scritches. I bought him some food, and he wouldn’t eat until he got his share of petting. He isn’t hurting for food (anymore than any other stray), but he’s clearly starved for love.
We all know I have a problem with stray cats. Ask Emily and Julie, or Alex, or my friend Lisa, all of whom have adopted or housed stray cats I’ve taken in off the streets. Right now Lucy is as close to cuddled up to me as she gets (because rescues sometimes have kitty PTSD). The difference between Mina/Lucy/Ichabod/Ed Begley Jr. and every other cat who lives on my block is that they are all cats who desperately want to be adopted, who love people and need people to love them in return. They are all cats who have approached me, which is rare and difficult for stray/feral creatures, in their need for affection and a stable home. Mina and Ichabod and Lucy have all found people who can give them the affection they need, but Ed Begley Jr. is still haunting Tompkins Street, waiting for a home. Do you live in New York, and can you give him that home? Get at me if you are interested or have more questions, and please reblog.