Confessions of a Junkyard Cat: 2011.04

A jUnkyard cAt.

A What?!?!

A cat? In a junkyard?

Well it’s not exactly what you might think. Quite simply, I am surrounded by junk. “She” drags it home. I try and live with it. After many years, I’ve actually come to love the opportunities junk provides.

There are laces, hand loomed rough linens and rusty stuff of all sizes and shapes. Old cameras, typewriters, ironstone, paper ephemera, buttons, tattered books, photos, clock parts, suitcases, antique clothing and architectural….

Architectural – I am so in love with this stuff. The wood is already rough and perfect for sharpening my claws…but don’t tell on me, okay? She doesn’t have a clue it’s me making toothpicks out of that stuff.

Junk. No shortage here. Whatever “she” may call it, it is simply j.u.n.k.

Living amongst the mother lode of junk, I am never without an adventure – real or imagined. I love company, so stop by when have a few moments. We’ll go on an adventure. Sometimes for junk, sometimes in junk, and sometimes I’ll just show you how to be ferocious. Like me.

I know what you're thinking - a cat named ROMEO ....ferocious?!? Please just ignore the connotations of my name – I didn’t choose it. And while I may share a lot of confessions with you, being a smoochy boy won’t be one of them. I am FEROCIOUS! Just watch me and see!

4.19.2011

Working on joining a new club....