My friend Susan blogged about the opening of HHG (Homescapes Home & Garden…initialized not to be hip but to save myself from carpotunnel repeatedly typing that out).

It seems that the tidbit of information that has captured imaginations from her blog is the mention that HHG came with its own cat.  A cat with the macho name Babycakes.

Babycakes.

I think I’ll start calling it Gus…I’m having a hard time thinking of myself as a person associated with a cat named Babycakes. (And from the looks that cat has given us since we came in and sledgehammered the joint into a new store, Babycakes is having a hard time thinking of her/his/its-self as a cat associated with a guys named Thompson and Beau.)

Now,  I haven’t had a cat since I was 5…a little black cat named Pepper who didn’t know you’re supposed to look both ways before crossing the street.  But I’ve always thought stores with a cat lounging in the window sunning itself were quaint and friendly.

So I guess HHG is one of those kinds of stores.   Too bad I’m allergic to cats.

Too bad that cat is allergic to me.