A stray cat in Izmir, Turkey recently crashed an Imperial Russian Ballet performance of Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet, curling up to play with the lifeless Romeo’s hair after his tragic death. Admittedly, that’s some luscious looking hair, and I’d have a hard time not playing with it myself. Sometimes I chew a little bit of my girlfriend’s hair when she’s sleeping. But enough about things you aren’t going to mention the next time we all get together for drinks — apparently strays are no strangers to crashing the stage at this particular ampitheather, and I’m all for it. Cats should be welcome everywhere. Well, except the counter when I’m trying to make a sandwich. Or the counter when I’m not trying to make a sandwich. Really just no kitchen counters.