by andre jordan

HOW EMBARRASSING TO BE ratted out to the authorities by your feline roommate, but that’s what’s happened one January: Jack the Demon Cat couldn’t stand another moment of my incessant seed-shopping, and finally dialed 911. I’m not sure the officers understood the emergency till they arrived and saw my outfit. (Thanks, Andre Jordan, for making all my “issues” feel OK with the reassurance of your wacky-doodles.)