One Of Those Days…

(Or, Meet Mimi)

I have often made mention on this web site that when I am left alone at the junk shop interesting things happen. Well, today was no exception. My boss and co-worker left me in charge so they could get a snack.

That’s when I made the acquaintance of Mimi, the cat you see above. Her two soon-to-be former owners wheeled her into the junk shop on a dolly in a cat box  and asked me if I needed a cat.

I have had a number of people enter the junk shop trying to sell me one thing or another over the years— electronics usually— and I refuse to purchase them. This is store policy because more often than not these items are, how should we say— hot? The same could be said for Mimi: after being carted down Manhattan Avenue door to door in a cat box sans air conditioning this pussy was rather warm. When I asked why they were getting rid of her I was told her owner was pregnant and couldn’t be around cat boxes. Uh-huh.

Stupefied, appalled and suspecting there is probably not a black market for tabbies I made some phone calls. I am pleased to announce that the guys at Dog Habitat have stepped up to the plate! Mimi now resides in air-conditioned comfort in one of their delightfully appointed kitty condos. It goes without saying that this is a temporary situation. Mimi is a very friendly (and furry) eight month old Maine Coon mix who would make a great companion for that purrfect person. Maybe you? If you would like to make the acquaintance of Miss Mimi and give her the loving home she so richly deserves please contact the folks at Dog Habitat via email or telephone at:

• rescue (at) doghabitat (dot) org
• (347) 689 – 4000

You can also make a donation to Dog Habitat to help pay for Mimi’s medical expenses/upkeep by clicking here. In closing I want to thank Jay Lombard (again) for taking this lovely lass in on a dime. It is greatly appreciated.

Miss Heather

P.S.: Other niceties from my day (and it ain’t over yet) include (but are not limited to):

1. Being given a one cent “tip” from a particularly annoying customer (who tried to talk me down to 49 cents on a 50 cent postcard) and
2. a 50-60 something chap informing me that the blue umbrella he was carrying on his shoulder was a M-14 which he picked up in Vietnam. I apologize that I have no photograph of this gent to share with you, dear readers. Not being an expert in fire arms I couldn’t tell if it was loaded.