Catman! Dada dada dada dada Catman!
This guy is either getting pumped for Andrew Lloyd Webber Tribute Week (it's this week!) on American Idol by riding the BART while decked out in feline finery, or a struggling, tapdancing mime on the pee-scented streets of Berkeley who is an English for non-native speakers teacher by night.
But he is most likely an insouciant San Francisco transplant en route to an ironic costume party in the Mission that will involve barhopping to places with names from a pre-Berlin Wall-falling down era, like Walzwerk and Gestalt Haus, reapplying the cat eye makeup while stumbling into a taxicab with 8 friends, taking lots of polaroid pictures that he won't remember until the next day, and eventually ending up at an all-night karaoke bar where he will warble "Memory" from Cats, the musical.
"If you touch me, you'll understand what happiness is."
Dude, I totally found your mom.
How can you resist cats with names like Rum Tum Tugger, Skimbleshanks, Munkustrap, and Jellylorum?! I know I can't.
