Culture on the Cheap
Urban Fur: Meet Savannah
As I have mentioned previously my photography show is up at Creek & Cave. This entailed, among other things, securing some fishing line (lest it was required as a non-obtrusive means to hang my work). Fortunately (and much to my mother’s horror*) we have a tackle shop in the Garden Spot and I made the acquaintance of another hardworking feline.
As the above images suggest this lass is not terribly interested in having her picture taken. Not when there are customers to assist and head rubs to be had. She takes her job very seriously.
I learned her story from the cashier. It is a very amusing one. Apparently Savannah was a member of a colony of cats who live behind this establishment. WAS. One day Savannah decided to come inside— and she has been under their employ ever since! Can you blame her? Cats and fishing go together like peanut butter and jelly.
If you happen to see Savannah in your Manhattan Avenue ramblings, dear readers, give her a head scratch (or nine). This is one smart (and very sweet) lady!
*I assured her that people, do in fact, fish in Newtown Creek. Some even eat their “catch”.