Wednesday No. 6: August 30, 2006

If you think flying coach sucks, try getting drinks service in the baggage hold.


Fortunately, Nathan could travel in style during the rest of his weeklong suburban getaway...


...And he even scored front-door service to the Wegmans fish counter.

Wednesday No. 5: August 23, 2006

After Saturday's brush with notoriety (and a stern letter of warning from the CEO of Morgan Creek), our hero hitched a ride to rehab the wellness center. Nathan's getting straight and he's starting with his posture.

At the clinic, he met his life coach, Dr. Moscovich...


...His acupuncturist, Leslie...


...And his psychotherapist, Lady Pasha.

Days Between Stations (Saturday, August 19, 2006)

It was a hot Saturday night, and Nathan had his game face on...


In the club, he got large on the dance floor...


He was shaking and shimmying that ass...


But then the night took a strange turn. Did this have something to do with the vitamins the nice man sold to Nathan? Colors intensified; the music seemed to congeal; revelers began to smear together and pulsate...


Then the furniture got uppity, hassling Nathan, picking a fight...


Even his own body turned against him, and Nathan felt he had no choice but to slay the enemy within and CHEW OFF HIS OWN ARM...


...An event narrowly averted via vitamin-induced wipeout. Bouncers escorted Nathan outside to join his fellow creatures of the night.


Nathan's pen pal Mike has also had better nights.

Days Between Stations (Friday, August 18, 2006)

"To a topologist, a rabbit is the same as a sphere." (Or, perhaps not.) But what about an exponentially growing kitten?


He even dwarfs the hippo.

Wednesday No. 4 Continued

Nathan experiments with in-camera effects in homage to Michel Gondry.

Wednesday No. 4: August 16, 2006

Caffeine keeps Nathan's eyes bright and his coat lustrous and standing on end...


...It keeps him working all day in the garden...


...And curbs his appetite, even when tempted by scrumptious snacks.

Days Between Stations (Thursday, August 10, 2006)

Most frequently associated with rock stars, air rage is also common in kittens whose first trip on a plane just happens to coincide with narrowly averted liquid-bomb plots.

Wednesday No. 3: August 9, 2006

"I had to interrupt and stop this conversation
Your voice across the line gives me a strange sensation."

Days Between Stations (Saturday, August 5, 2006)

Nathan's first words: "Rumsfeld, you asshat."


"Check my abs."

Days Between Stations (Friday, August 4, 2006)

Mother won't let Nathan have a swim in the toilet. He tries to brook a compromise.

Wednesday No. 2: August 2, 2006

Nathan sleeps after his first visit to the vet, where he got a shot and a birthday, June 2.

Days Between Stations (Saturday, July 29, 2006)

Seized by the voltage of his own fathomless kitty thoughts, Nathan blows his own mind.


He scratches madly against the iron bars of his own existence, as manifested in the fluffy ball.



Grazed and buffeted by the winds of his psyche, he languishes, but rest eludes him.



Scale model.

Wednesday No. 1: July 26, 2006

Nathan Jr. arrives home, vaguely marsupial in aspect, still warm from the oven. His skills include echolocation and conflict resolution. The needle on the bathroom scale scarcely quivers in recognition when he steps upon it. The tonal frequency of his mewls and his crime-fighting mask indicate that he may be, in fact, a Batcat. Time shall tell.