The street where I periodically do some special errands is pleasingly
populated with shop cats, so I get to visit with them. The first is
Mr. Tea, who lives in the Leaf and Bean coffee shop (not a cafe, but a
store where you buy coffees and teas). Mr. Tea is a small white
medium long hair with bright green eyes and a sweet disposition. He
tried to stow himself in my bookbag-- a lot of cats seem to get
fascinated by that.
I was particularly glad I stopped into Leaf and Bean, because I was
chatting with another of Mr. Tea's admirers, and I mentioned Reggie,
the spendid orange tabby who lived in the Regina Bakery, which had
closed down last winter. Reggie was hugely popular in the
neighborhood. He had a sweet, wise face with beautiful round golden
eyes, and maintained a dignified demeanor, but he was a smurgler. ;)
She said ""Oh, I know where Reggie is!" I was very excited. She told
me she had been in a nearby pet supply store that had opened recently,
and she did a double-take at the familiar looking orange boycat
presiding over the shop. "Yes, that's Reggie," the owner told her.
I walked over to the shop location, but it had not opened for the day
yet. Too bad, but I was glad to know that Reggie had a home, and a
job!
Then to the copy shop, home of the Stripey Boys. I've mentioned these
before. These are two round, sleek, brown tabby boys with extra-clear
stripes, white collars and mittens, and really adorable, slanty,
mint-green eyes. They look like they're wearing matching striped
sweaters. I found Fatty sitting on a copy machine. These cats are
*extremely* friendly--Fatty once climbed onto my shoulders from the
counter and wrapped himself around my neck, making an unusually plump
fur stole- a woman walked in and laughed. "I was here and hour ago,
and he did the same thing to me." ;)
But this time, I sat down on a bench near the window, and Fatty came
over and climbed right into my lap. Skinny came over, and examined my
ever-popular bookbag. Both shed copiously on me. ;) And then I had
to go. ;)
Theresa
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jXwXeXrXmXoXnXt@sonic.net - 18 Aug 2006 17:34 GMT
> The street where I periodically do some special errands is pleasingly
> populated with shop cats, so I get to visit with them.
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What a great story! You do have some nice, friendly furfolk to visit
on a day of errands. I'm actually surprised that a copy shop would have
not just one, but two cats - who shed a lot at that. Doesn't their fur
get into the copy machines? That must add to the maintenance bills. I
guess the shop's owners must be genuine slaves!
Joyce
Marina - 18 Aug 2006 17:50 GMT
> But this time, I sat down on a bench near the window, and Fatty came
> over and climbed right into my lap. Skinny came over, and examined my
> ever-popular bookbag. Both shed copiously on me. ;) And then I had
> to go. ;)
I love your shop cats! I wish there was such a thing here, but I think
there are regulations against it. :o( Sometimes this country is just
over-hygienic.

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Takayuki - 19 Aug 2006 17:51 GMT
>> But this time, I sat down on a bench near the window, and Fatty came
>> over and climbed right into my lap. Skinny came over, and examined my
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>there are regulations against it. :o( Sometimes this country is just
>over-hygienic.
It seems pretty standard to not allow them in restaurants and food
stores, but do they have them in bookstores, and such? I remember you
had a picture of yourself looking in on a shop cat.
I once saw a shop cat at a store that sold porcelain and blown glass
figurines. I was amazed that she was allowed among all those
delicate knickknacks, but that was before I had a cat of my own. When
I got Betty, I found that she was the type that was disinclined to
disturb objects too. I could keep her off a table, for example, by
placing a vase there.
Marina - 19 Aug 2006 18:34 GMT
> It seems pretty standard to not allow them in restaurants and food
> stores, but do they have them in bookstores, and such? I remember you
> had a picture of yourself looking in on a shop cat.
I've never seen one in any store. The only public place I've seen a cat
here in Helsinki was an art gallery.
That picture was from Leiden in the Netherlands. :o)

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Yowie - 18 Aug 2006 23:17 GMT
> The street where I periodically do some special errands is pleasingly
> populated with shop cats, so I get to visit with them. The first is
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> ever-popular bookbag. Both shed copiously on me. ;) And then I had
> to go. ;)
OOOh, I love shop cats! even shop d*gs. There's a wonderful old quirky
second hand bookshop in town that has two shopdogs, who are always willing
to share spit and fur with whoever wants to dote upon them, and the shop
where Joel buys his clothes from used to have an ancient labrador lying in
the back corner. You'd never know she was there because she never seemed o
get up, and was always in the exact same position whenever I went into the
store. Still, she always accepted a good ear scritch and blessed me with
d*ggie kisses every time we shopped there. The store owner retired and
passed on the shop to his granddaughter, who is almost as much a character
as her granddad, but she doesn't bring her grandfather's dog into the store
anymore. I miss that dog, she was as much a part of the store as the clothes
and the gnarled but sharp-as-a-tack old man selling them.
Yowie