I'm making this post on behalf of the International Brotherhood of Shop Pooties. I've met and photographed a few in my travels and I've never given them the love I've shown various barn pooties. It was high time this oversight was corrected.
If we get a good enough turn out maybe this will be a weekly tribute to felis cattus laboricus, but we'd need some serious shop pootie photographic pursuit to make it happen.
Copper, fierce guardian of Goldsmiths & Silversmiths in Omaha's Old Market. When I find him I take liberties with his furry person until he sinks four paws worth of claws into my arms.
Boswell, proprietor of Boswell's Books in Shelburne Falls, MA, was actually the shops owner for a brief period of time until some buzzkill lawyer got a look at the paperwork. The shop has changed hands four times in her twelve years, but she remains the imperturbable sphinx, softly greeting customers.
Clio, in tuxedo, and Sir Walnut, are the night shift at the Old Main Book Shoppe in Champaign, IL. She is a child of ten, while he has reached the rank of ancient and wise pootie, having been born in 1986. Sir Walnut is almost totally blind but he still manages to get around the shop fairly well.
This fellow I've not met yet, but he and his cohort are two blocks from Clio and Sir Walnut in Champaign, IL.
Another sighted but not interviewed shop pootie, lil' miss seems to be responsible for keeping the birds from the porch at Hydration in San Jose, California.
Kossack Peacerunner makes nice with one of two shop pooties at Griller's Hall of Fame, Indian Orchard, MA.
The Griller's is on a busy street but the back lot is very quiet. This fierce looking fellow had claimed one entire parking spot for sunning and no wise human would have troubled his lordship for more than a picture whilst he was in repose.