sad cat

I blame my friend Vikram. Who said yesterday, "So, Joe, what happened to your plan to get a pet?" And I said, "Um, plan? I have a plan?" But he planted the seed of the idea in my mind, so when I saw Gothamist's post about the Animal Care Adopt a Cat special, it was just too weirdly coincidental not to click on the link.

I thought I'd kill like a minute or two browsing for adoptable felines. Instead I ran across Booboo:



Which has got to be the saddest, cutest cat that's ever been. She therefore totally reminds me of myself. Or maybe she just photographs well.

Unfortunately this week is not a good week for me to be adopting a cat. I'm out of town this weekend and most of next week for work, and can't easily go out to Brooklyn in the next two days. And Booboo's been there a while, it's a longshot she'll still be around the weekend after this weekend. Another friend of mine, to whom I showed the picture, has taken to tormenting me about it, finding ways to twist any conversation around to the cat. Example: "Yeah, I'll be in downtown LA on a weekend, which is totally like '28 days Later.'" "Oh? I haven't seen it." "Good movie. Scary." "Boo! Booboo!"

I pointed out that this is like running a microplane zester across what little exists of my heart, and she did not say "so you're telling me you enjoy it then?"

But she could've.

Anyway, someone, anyone, please if Booboo's still out there, find her and give her a happy, safe life.