by Liz Colville

The blog Fucked in Park Slope has this photographic evidence that catpacks — backpacks for cats, but do I even need to tell you this, LOOK — are real, especially so in Park Slope. Oh my god. And yet, look at that burly, happy kitty. I’m all for catpacks, I believe. Let those kitties out into the world! In a way that doesn’t allow them to run away and forget about you and freeze in the snow and never come home due to pride/certainty that the snow will melt soon and great adventures can then be had without you, stupid feeder person.