My journey through Old New Yorker Land is plodding along. Now it's April, but December and January dragged on for a long time. I'm only that far ahead because I'd read a bunch of winter issues in the hot tub in Maine last June. My goal is to have only summer issues to read when we head back up there in a couple of weeks.
In the meantime, I would really like to meet the cat, or cats, responsible for this sofa:
We spotted it down the street from us this weekend, a testament to the relentless dedication of a superlative set of claws. The sofa owner's tolerance (or perhaps "learned helplessness") is impressive, too.
I admit that we could use a new slipcover or two as well as some reupholstering around here, but THAT is staggering. Do they have a bobcat?