Cats of The Fan

Meeting the feline contingent of the best neighborhood in Richmond, The Fan.

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Could it be... is it spring?! The windows of the Fan would say it is.

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Seen on Grace

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Spotted on Harvie, simultaneously chilling on their respective porches, right next door to one another. Harmony.

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Seen on Shields.

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Seen on Granby. This is Cornelius and he'll happily point you in the direction of The Fancy Biscuit. Manners abound with this cheerful fellow.

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Seen on Plum, ripening in the sun.

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Seen in Carytown, straight chillin.

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Flirting in the alley behind Park, then tiring of it quickly.

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Sightseeing outside the Fan. Quick moment of silence for this Church Hill mainstay as we approach October.

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Seen on Harvie: "I read poetry. I sing. I count calories. And I never sleep past ten."

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Seen on Floyd:

“I dropped it right around here. I swear; it’s here somewhere.”

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Seen on Grove Ave.

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Seen above a Fan alley. A most apathetic king of the fan.

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Window peeker, seen on West Ave.

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Seen on West Ave: "Wait, these things work both ways? Christ."

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Seen behind Lombardy Market: "What, so hiding behind trash cans is illegal now?"

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                         ”Between you and me, I don’t think they’re ever taking them down.”

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LOLZ YALL. Can we please tell half of the Fan it's time to take the wreaths down?