Today I was out and about, enjoying the cooler yet still humid weather, and I ended up in Union Square. I called my roommate to see if he wanted to meet up at one of our favorite guilty pleasures, Big Daddy’s ^[1] (full post on their yummy comfort food to follow). He agreed, mainly because they have tater tots, so I headed up Park towards the diner. As I crossed over at 19th Street, I saw a man standing in the middle of the block. He looked like some regular guy, shorts, tshirt, hat – but he had a cat sitting on his head.

That’s right. I said cat. Sitting on his head.

The cat was sitting upright, haunches down but front legs extended, just kind of looking around, like cats do. He had a leash on, and crazy cat man was holding it, but that was it – he wasn’t holding onto the cat or anything. And this wasn’t a tiny cat. It had to be at least a 10+ pounder.

I walked up to the diner, lamenting my lack of camera, and was seated to wait for my roommate. And then crazy cat man came and sat down in front of the diner, extracted the cat from its perch, and took a little break. After a group of ladies with kids left the diner, he got up, showed the cat to the kids, and then put it back on his head, and walked off with the cat happily perched atop his hat.

I have never been so bummed about not carrying a camera in my life.