i have to give credit to my husband for this one: he came home from running out for some soymilk one morning a couple of weeks ago with a hot tip on a very friendly kitty who lived in the bodega just around the corner from our house, on the corner of greene and franklin:
he told me that after hanging out for a few minutes petting and talking to the cat, he made his way up to the register and was on his way out the door when he felt a thwap on his ankle. the cat had followed him up to the front of the store and given him a friendly, claws-free little whack, as if to say "hey. buddy. we're not done here. i could use to be pet some more."
so we went to investigate the aggressively friendly kitty:
and he was sweet. and good with kids!
we found him in the back room, just finishing his breakfast, but my husband says he has often found him sleeping on the bags of kitty litter, which is just....a little odd.
there was a bit of a language barrier between me and the guy at the counter, but i believe he said that the cat's name was something like "pancheeta".