Really, it’s always the little things that make me happiest.

Take tonight for example. On my evening commute home, I hopped onto the MUNI West Portal shuttle at Montgomery to find a fairly well-dressed, but ultimately smelly homeless man sitting on a seat with a cat in his arms. I admit that I am not, nor have I ever been a “cat person” but the cat in this man’s arms was nothing short of WONDERFUL. I couldn’t help but stare at it in wonder and try to stifle my very apparent laughter. As soon as I got a good look at it, I desperately wished I could have taken a picture of it. I will do my best to describe its features.

For starters, it was on a leash, and I have a thing for cats on leashes. I’ve only seen them here in San Francisco, and it never ceases to amaze me. Like many cats, it was fluffy and a multitude of grays, black and white, but that’s not what made this little kitty so special. It was the face. As soon as I saw that smashed in face, lazy-eyed, mouth-opened, tongue-wagging face I knew I was in love and I just couldn’t stop myself from smiling.

An example of a "smashed face" cat.

An example of a

After googling “smashed face cat” this was the best I could find. I couldn’t even figure out what kind of cats these are, but I’m on a bit of a time crunch too. So, anyway, picture a cat similar to this one with a much more smashed in face, a lazy eye and its mouth open, with its little pink tongue hanging out in the arms of a homeless man, on a leash. Fucking amazing.


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