station jim

Lots of little catchup:
Mr. Chewy.com is letting me order some cat food and treats on their dime, and in return I promised an honest review, so stay tuned for that in a few days.  The website was certainly easy to use, and they had all the cats' favorite food and treats.  So that was nice.  (Veronica eats like a horse, by the way.)
New Museum friend Clare is sending me a couple of sugar mice from the UK.  She also mentioned a couple of delightful links:
First, how to hack IKEA furniture into chic, modern cat litter boxes (or places to hide said litter boxes).  Here's an example.  What a great idea! Except I don't think Elizabeth likes going inside enclosed spaces.
Second, the story of Station Jim, who died in 1896 after a lifetime serving as a canine collector for the Great Western Railway Widows and Orphans Fund.  He still serves, in a way:  his stuffed self stands vigil in a glass case at his station in Slough, and there's a coin drop box attached to the case.  Here's that link.  And as it turns out London had Station Jim's counterpart:  Paddington Station's London Jack.