A street cat named Bob

A young man plays guitar sitting on the ground. He strums a few chords, then adjusts his hair slipped in front of the eyes, smiles and looks at the people who pass in front of him, busy, nervous, taken in the whirl of daily life in a London with a sky gray and flat. But some people stop the walk, irresistibly attracted by the little fellow who is perched on the boy’s shoulder. A weird couple, strangely colored and peaceful in the urban chaos. We are at Covent Garden and they are James Bowen and Bob, the street cat, inseparable friend of the human to whom he “saved” the life. The cat, a red ginger tomcat with sharp eyes, has rapidly become a little phenomenon in London, to the point of having his own oyster card that was handed over by London Underground. See more ... [Miso Journal]