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The wonderful story of Wednesday Adams

Saturday 20th May 2017

Did Ryan Adams really care about cemetery cat? The Wireless investigates. 


Wednesday Adams

Photo: Lonely Miaow

A dear little cat called Wednesday Adams lives in a small house at the end of a cul-de-sac on Auckland’s North Shore. 

She is black and white, with short legs, a round tummy and a stumpy tail that wags like a dog’s when she’s frisky. 

White whiskers frame her green eyes. She meows a lot, enjoys pats and head scratches, but doesn’t like being picked up. 

Her owner, a clairvoyant, says Wednesday is a shy little cat, but she likes to sit in on readings.

But once upon a time, Wednesday was an internet sensation.


Known cat lover Ryan Adams

Photo: Luis Ortiz

Many of you will have heard of a musician called Ryan Adams. He’s the guy your white dad listens to when he’s feeling edgy. 

If you are interested in his music, which is a bit like gen Y’s answer to The Eagles (apart from that one Gram Parsons cover he did which was better than the original (I know, controversial) then you will know he is playing in Auckland tonight.

But this is neither a story about Adams’ musical prowess, nor his public spat with New Zealand’s own dad rock god Neil Finn. It’s also not about the time the dude from The Strokes said Adams got him hooked on heroin.  

This is a story about a lost, cold and hungry kitten who found a forever home with a North Shore clairvoyant, thanks to Adams and his fans.


It all began in the early hours of July 14, 2015, ahead of Adams’ last performance in Auckland. 

He was taking a late night stroll in Grafton Cemetery when he heard the sad cry of a cat. 

The source of the noise, sitting among the headstones, was a tuxedo kitten. 

Adams bought her food from a Karangahape Rd convenience store. He tweeted her photo, and asked the internet for help. 

Grafton resident Rob Isaac responded.


With a cardboard box and kitty treats in hand, he fought off possums, and probably the undead to get to the wee cat outta there. 

But attempts to capture her failed and at 5am, Isaac headed home kittenless.

In the meantime, news of the cat had gone viral via Adams’ 700,000-plus followers, and #cemeterycat was trending on twitter. The story was picked up by media - first in New Zealand, and then across the globe. 

After the first attempt to capture cemetery cat failed, a plan b was made involving KFC, tuna and Auckland cat rescue charity Lonely Miaow. But the quest was put on hold after kitty was scared off by some damn kids running around the cemetery. 

She was caught the next morning, and taken to the vet by Lonely Miaow staff.


Adams was stoked. 

Donations from across the globe flooded into Lonely Miaow’s Givealittle page - including $500 from Adams. 

The kitten, who was finally named Wednesday Adams, (get it?!) was sent to a foster home where she received tonnes of pats and affection, before she was adopted by Brigid Curran.


“I had no idea who Ryan Adams was,” Curran said. “I wouldn't know him if I fell over him. I had to ask my son who he was. He’s quite popular, obviously.” 

We were sitting at a wooden table between the kitchen and living area of her and Wednesday’s home. Sun streamed in through the open front door, onto a red mat with WELCOME written in gold letters.

Wednesday Adams and Brigid Curran.

Photo: Susan Strongman / The Wireless

Next to the mat, sat Wednesday. 

Curran had a warm smile. She handed me a pack of tarot cards, and told me to pick out eight. I lay them down on the table among crystals, books, and a pile of flyers for the Devonport Holistic Fair (“Maybe you could put in your story that this is on next Sunday?”)

Curran said I had to pretend I was a client, otherwise Wednesday would ignore me. “She likes my mediumship.” 

Sure enough, Wednesday came and sat on the carpet next to my chair, meowed, and purred when I scratched her under the chin. 

“When I moved into this house, I decided to get a cat. I’ve always liked having a cat,” Curran said. 

She came across the Lonely Miaow website, saw Wednesday’s profile, and loved her. 

When Curran went to pick her up from her foster family, she was told the story of the little cat’s brush with fame. 

“I thought, ‘well I’ll keep it up,’ so every now and then I send [Adams] a tweet with a video on it.” 


At the beginning of this month, I sent an email to Adams’ management, asking for an interview when he got to New Zealand, and pitching the idea of reuniting him with Wednesday.

On Thursday, after 18 days and unanswered emails and voicemessages to countless managers, record labels and even Universal New Zealand’s Matt Kidd (the former Thames High School pupil who apparently has an endless supply of Heineken in his fridge, fyi), Adams’ publicist declined the request.

Deflated, I gave in. 

Perhaps, I thought to myself, Adams was just another rockstar and Wednesday another of his women - forgotten after a night of passion. 

But all was not lost! 

The following morning, on my way back to the office after covering a court trial, I saw something wonderful. 

It was a man - a vision in double denim. 

He wore tight blue jeans, snakeskin boots and a Vans jacket. His black hair was matted. 

“Who else would wear double denim on Kitchener St,” I thought to myself, “but Ryan Adams.”

I caught up to him. “Excuse me, Ryan?” He was texting. He didn’t look up. Maybe he didn’t hear me. “Hi,” I said. He looked annoyed. 

I explained my predicament. He did not appear sympathetic. “I’ve just got off a plane, I think I’m already doing an interview, ask my publicist,” he said as he walked away. 

“About Wednesday?” I pleaded. 


And then he was gone. 

Had the cat gods brought us together and then torn us apart? Was it Wednesday? Curran had said she might be psychic. Could it be true? 

Back at work, I emailed his publicist. 

He didn’t reply. 

“You would have thought that was fate,” Curran said. 

Wednesday Adams at home

Photo: Susan Strongman / The Wireless

She admitted the thought of reuniting the Wednesday and Adams had crossed her mind as well. 

Earlier this month, her son had got in touch to say Adams was going to be in the country. He’d  wondered if the rocker would want to see Wednesday. 

“I thought ‘he can if he wants to’,” Curran said. 

“Then I started getting this vision of the two guys who were reunited with the lion, and I thought ‘wouldn’t it be hilarious if Wednesday went flying through the door and leapt up into his arms?’

“She does like men.

"But I’d rather it was Bryan Adams.” 

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“Susan- this is Lauren, Ryan's monitor engineer and long time friend. I was with him the night we found cemetery cat, and am so delighted to hear that she has a happy home. Ryan is as well!
Unfortunately, I am commenting because I find the rest of this article too infuriating to keep quiet. First off, his hair is brown, he does not own snakeskin boots, or a vans jacket. Second, these women who you have insinuated he had and forgot about DO NOT exist. He is a loyal, long term relationship kind of guy. The only accurate part of your "investigation" in regards to him is that you would have needed to go through his publicist. We are adhearing to an extremely tight schedule. He is doing multiple interviews a day, on top of playing a heavy load of shows. I'm sorry that you were unable to secure a slot for yourself, but the fact that you decided to paint him in such an unfair light is inexcusable. This is not journalism, this is extremely petty revenge.” — Lauren crowley

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Susan Strongman is an Auckland-based journalist at The Wireless. She is interested in social issues, human rights and people, but likes to spend her spare time with her cats.
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