the Nitzer Kitten.
Nitzer, the original smash face, used to live under my bed in college. Back then, much like these photos, I only remember seeing it (Im not sure if its a boy kitten or a girl kitten and equally confused as to how an 18 year old cat is still a kitten) in silhouette. The best part about this cat is that it would start to dread if you didnt brush it every forty seven minutes or so. Occasionally, Nitz would go on an extended under the bed/behind the speaker/in the closet expedition and the next time you’d see the kitten, one leg would be glued to its underbelly in a big, grey, cat dreadlock. Serious fur.
If this was my cat, I would lets its back fur get strategically dreaded up, shave the rest of it (leaving of course fur boots) and then Id change its name to Predator. Luckily for Nitzer, it lives in the Mission with my old roommate and his wife (who is too cool for facebook) so its pretty safe to assume Nitz gets to live out its days with soft, luxuriously brushed, dread free kitten fur.
