Saturday Night Social: What Is the Cat to Live in, if Not a Small Indoor Mansion
LatestI’ve been watching a lot of Queer Eye lately and naturally reflecting on the humble Brooklyn apartment which I co-habitate with three people and a cat. I do not own the cat, and like the typical (and IMO ideal) urban roommate setup, we don’t hang out too much, we stick to our own dishes and share an acceptable level of managed squalor. Her furnishing preferences, from what I can gather, are laundry piles, cardboard boxes, and crawl spaces; her day-to-day occupation is solving mysteries (1) WHAT’S THAT?, 2) WHO’S THERE?), and satiating her constant, gnawing hunger stemmed only by her work.
But are our needs truly met? Does she occupy a mental state of goddess-ness, or more of a comfortable stasis? Does she, too, ever retreat under the couch to dream of that park-side one-bedroom steal with ample natural light, balconies, and exposed brick in the sky?
Like, do we need to fab five this bitch?