Scotty

My good friend Volana and I were shopping for jewelry supplies on 37th Street today when this cat waltzed into City Beads.  I asked the man working what his cat's name was.  "Oh, he's not my cat," he said. "He just thinks he lives here."  Scotty actually lives at the florist next door, but comes into the jewelry supply shop whenever he wants.

Look at him, sitting on the cashier's stool!  Silly cat.