“We are open to meeting all beings male and female, gay, straight, tranny, E.T, Pleiadian as long as your [sic] from the light,” writes a Bushwick resident searching for a “fourth being” to share a railroad apartment, “not including my cat, Shabby,” who is, apparently, the least open-minded resident of the house. “Sorry if you have pets. My cat is a people person.” Poor Shabby. Probably his tiny cat brain has been addled by years of secondhand hallucinogens. [Craigslist via Curbed]
