Sun going down on Amsterdam, we spent a good while wandering around through treacherously iced and labyrinthine streets trying without a map to find Absolute Danny before closing. I met a sweet little cat there in the shop.
His name is Marx, and he lives there in the store surrounded by fetish costumes, his little cat bed on the floor by one of the dressing curtains. The shop owner said that one day Marx just wandered in, and he’s stayed ever since. He’s quite mellow, doesn’t seem to mind my loving on him. He even followed us up to the counter when we were ready to purchase.