At last, I’ve found a plausible link between Anthony Bourdain and Cats Working. He’s a cat person.
When I first wrote about Tony months ago, I never suspected his name would put my blog on the map. I had no idea he was that big. I kept throwing tidbits on the pile, and now my Most Popular Posts read like Bourdain Central.
The cats aren’t happy about it.
Tony’s wives Nancy and Ottavia battle for No. 1 spot in total hits, and Big Brown periodically edges them out by a nose like the thoroughbred he is.
So I was thrilled to justify it in Bourdain’s own words. He prefers cats to dogs – as pets, not food.
Also, in a letter to Nancy at the beginning of his book, A Cook’s Tour, he tells her he misses the cat.
So Anthony and Nancy Bourdain were cat owners – and fish owners, according to this photo – thoughtfully providing entertainment for their cat.
This is pure speculation on my part, but Ottavia doesn’t strike me as a cat lover. For some reason, I imagine her like my Italian grandmother, who would scream obscenities (in Italian) if a cat snuck into the house and jumped on her kitchen counter, and who believed that old wives’ tale about cats sucking the breath out of babies.
I can’t see Ottavia as a dog person, either, strolling around Manhattan in her big sunglasses behind some pooch, carrying a plastic poop bag.
But I can totally picture Nancy scooping a litter box. How about you?
When Ariane is old enough to start begging for something warm and furry to love, I won’t be surprised if she ends up with a frog or a gecko.