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Welcome to The Continuing Adventures of Stray Cat NOLA.
My pet project--horrible pun intended!--I sporadically write these adventures for me and, hopefully, you, if you don't mind stories and advice from a smarmy, know-it-all cat obsessed with cocktails.
Each of the episodes is a chapter to a book. A much larger story and an exercise in world building that, similar to drinking alcohol, is written for adults. Stray Cat and his compatriots are not PC.
If you'd like to sip from this feline fever dream, please keep reading below where I hand over the keyboard to my fictional self.
The following intro is essential to continue...
Stray Cat NOLA's Cocktail Adventure's Blog
The New Orleans Cocktail Blog with CATITUDE!
And Similar to the Legal Drinking Age, Adults Only, 21+, Recommended...
Feline Just Sayin'.
First and foremost, let me just say, Mew Dat!
This blog is about all things French Quarter, cocktails...and sometimes not!
Told to you from the point of view of a cocktail obsessed cat.
And even though it was initially inspired by my passions for New Orleans history and cocktail culture, it was not until researching my tours that I actually met Stray Cat NOLA for the first time.
I was reading outside one of my favorite French Quarter cocktail bars and I had just turned the page to a particularly fascinating passage when he pounced. It was as if he had been waiting for the moment. He leapt upon the table and, with his cat's ass in my face, he pointed out a quote with his tail while simultaneously--and rudely--dipping his tongue, uninvited, into my Sazerac.(1)
And I haven't been able to shake the infuriating, arrogant punk since.
The quote, itself, was written by Tulane anthropologist Oliver La Farge, a contemporary of Nobel laureate author William Faulkner. It is La Farge's description of the 1920's French Quarter where-in Faulkner lived and wrote his first novel, Soldiers' Pay, in 1925:
"The hot nights stirred you until you had a cat’s longing to prowl, down streets turned utterly silent, past speakeasies, by doors that gave out snatches of music, and the blocks where the whispers and eyes of the whores behind the shutters made a false promise of romance. Anything could happen in a town where the signs on the trolleys along Canal Street showed that one line ran to Desire and one to Elysian Fields."(2)
But this is not only an ordinary blog about where-to-go and what-to-do in New Orleans, albeit from the mouth of a feline cocktail maven.
Which it is.
It also shares with you Stray Cat NOLA's adventures.
So if you want to cut to the chase and get your blog advice, simply click on New Orleans Cocktail Blog.
If you want to read all about The Continuing Adventures of Stray Cat NOLA, click on Stray Cat NOLA Adventures, which can also, PS, introduce the current, related, blog advice.
If you want to succumb to this cat scratch fever completely, read the endnotes after each entry. Endnotes will be signified in the text by a corresponding (bold number) next to a particular subject that requires more explanation. They define and flesh out New Orleans culture and cocktail culture, yes, but also cat culture.
For example, an endnote regarding New Orleans culture and cocktail culture may look like this: "1. Sazerac. The official cocktail of the city of New Orleans. Created in the French Quarter in the mid 1800's, it is ratified as our official cocktail by Senate Bill Number 6 in 2008. The ingredients are rye whiskey, Herbsaint, Peychaud's bitters, sugar and a twist of lemon."
While an example of an endnote defining cat culture will look like this: "3. Cat's Canon of Orgastic Pleasures. The lost and indeed, perhaps mythical, encyclopedia containing all feline pleasures and ecstasies. It is whispered among cats that there are, in fact, raptures of physical pleasure contained there-in that are not only forgotten but, also, never known to begin with. It may be guarded by Bast, Herself, the cat deity, or something else, something--more--terrible. No cat can possibly know. It is believed that the reason for its enforcement to never be read is that some of these transportations are so extreme and addictive that, if known, would destroy cat civilization from within. This includes the truly wild--or fey--the feral, the stray and the domesticated. This does not keep cats from seeking it, however. Indeed, quite the opposite. With the promise of such rarefied satisfactions, even though they are coupled with the end of all feline culture...I mean, who cares?"
In other words, there's a whole lot more going on with your cat than you know.
And to capture this, to approximate Stray Cat NOLA's worldview, I use certain grammar and sentence structures unconventionally.
Including not using them at all.
This occurs when Stray Cay NOLA, or other cats, speak as cats communicate among themselves in many ways, but prefer to do so silently.
Other examples include Italics, which may be used for emphasis! Or for the Title of A Book. But, also, to indicate any thoughts Stray Cat NOLA may be thinking, including entreaty of the feline god, Bast, through purrayer.
"Quotation marks" contain "direct quotes", only, while anything conventionally enclosed in (parenthesis) will be enclosed by --dashes--.
This is because (parenthesis) are reserved solely for human dialogue. They approximate how cats perceive us.
Which is for their pleasure.
And all things great and tiny, including us, exist to serve that pleasure. We are asides or (parenthetical) to cat's lives.
Not that felines don't give us our due or deference.
But isn't this why all things great and tiny exist to begin with?
So expect many ridiculous situations and groan-worthy feline puns. Just 'cuz. And history. My purr-view. But, most importantly, savvy information that will help you enjoy New Orleans.
'Cause this cat makes his living as a tour guide on these very same French Quarter streets of Oliver La Farge and William Faulkner, undimmed by time.
And this blog will cover everything from the practical, such as where do I prowl the best cocktails, brunch, dinner, music, dive bars, small plates and happy hours in the French Quarter to, well...sometimes straying therefrom.
Because we all know that curiosity killed the cat.
But satisfaction kept this Stray Cat NOLA...coming back.
24 December 2019
NOLA! 'Cause I'm Cat Like Dat
Ye Olde Stray Cat NOLA, His Bad Self & Brian Huff, Stray Cat NOLA's Humble, Knows-His-Place Scribe
1. Sazerac. The official cocktail of the city of New Orleans. Created in the French Quarter in the mid 1800's, it is ratified as our official cocktail by Senate Bill Number 6 in 2008. The ingredients are rye whiskey, Herbsaint, Peychaud's bitters, sugar and a twist of lemon.
2. Reed, JS. (2012). Dixie Bohemia: A French Quarter Circle in the 1920's (p.16). Baton Rouge: Louisiana State University Press. Kindle Edition.