Giza Feline Chillin in the Afternoon Sun
This kitty is feline Ginza royalty. His domain included two see-through vinyl umbrellas that keep the rainy season downpours off his black and white fur. There he sat on top of a simple box covered with some comfy material. He was comfortably situated between an urban relic of a wall and a vinyl covered chain link fence.
This one rules the backstreets of Ginza. Never bothered by the meandering tipsy businessmen or the fashion conscience women. None of it matters to him.
“Just give me a cool place to have an audience with my subject.” he replied slickly to my question. The royal one wasn’t phased by my questioning. I might have been speaking in an alternatively laced universe, but somehow we understood each other.
I knew my audience was quickly coming to an end, and I asked politely if I may have the honor of the royal one sitting for a portrait. With a resounding “Nyao,” he granted permission. I framed the feline, pressed the shutter and thanked him deeply for his time. I bowed and exited from his domain.