There are three million tails in the Naked City. This is one of them.
Jennie Ripps is a Friend of the Website—fiancée of Max Brockman, who is son of the agent John Brockman, who, I suppose, is ultimately responsible for this blog. Anyway, in honor of Jennie’s 30th birthday, which was yesterday, I’m posting about her beloved kitteh Camilla. Jennie recounts her history (nb: Camilla is not fat, just fluffy):
Camilla Ripps was discovered at age 1 in Little Havana, Miami, at a gas station. At the time she weighed 2 lb and it took some washing in the station sink to discover she was, in fact, entirely white. Shortly after her rescue from the streets, Camilla traveled to Philadelphia, PA, where she spent her time carousing with or attempting to bite students at the University of Pennsylvania. After a tenure in NYC and Cambridge, MA, and now weighing in at 16 lb, Camilla received her first passport. She traveled to the Czech Republic, where she managed to escape on a flight to Prague, circling the plane three times until caught. After a six-month stay in Montreal, Camilla weighed in at 18lb and returned to NYC. Now clocking in at 25 lb, she spends her time sleeping, eating, and intermittently suspecting that she will never be fed again.
Camilla and Jennie:
Camilla and Max: “Puzzle—ur doin it rong!”
Happy Birthday, Jennie! (I’d advise giving Camilla a pass on the cake.)
Bonus: A case of acute ailurophilia: