What’s the only thing that could get hoarders, single ladies, animal breeders, professional witches, Japanophiles, Exotic Joe voters, and Instagram famous cats into one room? Cat Camp, which calls itself New York City’s “first feline-focused symposium” is coming the the Metropolitan Pavilion in Chelsea on Saturday, March 11, and Sunday, March 12, for a weekend-long program ranging from serious discussions led by cat experts to a meet-n’-greet with celebrity cat Lil Bub.
As a work-resident of Greenpoint, the soundtrack to my daytime life is a near constant wash of brutal jackhammer vibrato and diesel-spewing growls emitted from a stream of trucks. As you might have noticed, the neighborhood, from the edge of Williamsburg to the Pulaski Bridge, is getting seriously tore up by mega-developments like Greenpoint Landing and the expansion of the Brooklyn Greenway.
It’s easy to speak about the consequences of all this change in abstract terms, and harder to know exactly who will be impacted, when, and how. But that’s not really the case when it comes to feral cats like Kool-Aid, a mangy little black-and-white dude who lurks around the neighborhood’s abandoned lots and the in-between spaces. Clearly, his way of life is about to change. As new construction threatens the colony where he and about ten other cats live, their caretakers are scrambling for a way to assert something like squatter’s rights.
You know the cat café phenomenon is hitting a peak when Miley Cyrus shows up.
On Monday she graced Meow Parlour on Hester Street with her presence, sporting her “normal” look (fuzzy red newsboy cap that looks like it belongs on Sesame Street, a plain baggy white sweatshirt and what might be pajama bottoms). The employees look pretty stoked, but what if Miley was there to add new blood to her “Dead Petz” collection? Just kidding– her real pets have their own Instagram accounts, like Shanti Om. And of course, don’t forget her pet pig Bubba Sue, who famously made her debut on the cover of Paper mag with a nude Miley.
We’re still holding. Cat Hair Pills, that is. After answering a mysterious flyer posted in Bed-Stuy last week and being directed to One Last Shag, where we acquired pills stuffed with cat hair, we couldn’t decide what to do with them. Throw them in the garbage? Toss them in the East River? Feed them to ourselves or our roommate or some cat lady we know? We had more questions for the Cat Hair Pill sorcerer. Admittedly, our journalism only “scratches the surface” and we’re no closer to discovering the Cat Hair Pillducer(s)’s identity, but we at least have a slightly better understanding of their designs on this world as well as some up-close-and-personal photos of the contributing cats.
Call it a pet project. This Sunday, the Mark Miller Gallery will launch a show featuring paintings of cats and dogs, and four-legged gallery goers will be treated to
wine and cheese water bowls and dog treats.
Ever since he was a kid, Mark Miller has had a soft spot for animals. “People can’t afford to take care of their dogs and cats,” he told me. “We’ve had a lot of homeless animals in the Lower East Side and it’s caused me to get warm to the whole idea of doing something for dogs and cats.”
We’ve all heard of directors crowdfunding their movies (see: David Cross), but this one’s new: Brooklyn filmmaker Alex Ross Perry, the ex-Kim’s Video clerk who went on to write and direct Listen Up Philip, has launched a fundraiser for his cat’s cancer treatments. Fluffy, the feline in question, actually appears in the movie as Gadzooks — Elisabeth Moss’s character takes him in when she breaks up with Philip, the narcissistic novelist played by Jason Schwartzman.
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