I know it's a "food" blog. There's food in the fucking picture. It's cat food, but it's still food.
While writing an article for an upcoming issue of King Shit about my visit with Colin McKay’s pets and Tony Hawk’s pets, I came across this photo I shot of Tony Hawk’s cat litter box. (Don’t worry, the joke about the Birdman having a cat in his aviary is in the article.) At the time I felt a little queer for shooting the photo, but now that I look at it, I think I have the beginnings of a very nice coffee table book about famous people’s litter boxes. There is surely a large number of famous people with cats, no? And people love to peer into celebrity’s lives. Not to mention the enormous crazy cat lady community that, alone, assures the book will be a complete success.
So there, I’ve started it. I’m making a cat litter book. One down: Tony Hawk. I’m sure it won’t be hard to convince the rest of the cat owning celebrity community to let me into their feline’s toilet. The only problem I can foresee is what to call it?
“Litter Boxes of the Rich and Famous”?
“Sands of the Stars”?
“A Richer Litter”?
“The Scoop on Celebrity Cat Poop”?
“Poop With Loot”?
“Urine the Money”?
“Celebrity Cat Crap”?
“Famous Feline Feces”?