Deedee

Work friend Sofia shot this for me here in Vancouver. So cute!

The Cats of Parliament Hill

Apparently cats can be political, too. On a walk around Parliament Hill yesterday, I can across this little kitty complex. The sign above describes how this place was built to take care of the stray cats who were already living here. They are neutered, fed and sheltered with this cute home insulated with hay and straw. The cats seemed not to mind their squirrel neighbours skitting around them, or the onlookers (us) from the other side of the fence. There is even a little box where you can add donations to help care for the little guys. What a cute, fuzzy, and pleasant surprise in what can feel like such a cold spot full of serious, professional politicians and government workers who don't seem to know that black isn't the only colour of clothes out there.

I wonder if the cats have names like Stephen Harper, or Mulrooney or maybe even Sheila Copps.

The Whole Neighbourhood on my Back Porch

As I was drinking my morning coffee today, I looked out the window only to see something moving in the trees. At first I thought it was a squirrel, but it was too big. A racoon? Upon closer look, I realized it was a cat! What a a beauty.

While I was outside snapping photos of Charcoal, I spotted this guy down below. He saw me, meowed, and ran up the stairs to meet me. I will call him Smudgy, because of his nose.

I went back inside. Minutes later this cutie comes running up to the deck.

I go get the reluctant Peter-Banjo, my new cat, to come and meet The Fuzz.

They exchange greetings. The Fuzz asked to come inside. Peter-Banjo was a little unsure and said nothing. He was content to be on this side of the glass.

Here's a video of all three "grounded" cats coming together:

Warehouse cats

I forget where I saw these guys, there were three cats that all looked pretty much the same, hanging out at night in this empty store/storage space somewhere here in New York. Clearly I had to photo them.

Poking Creepers the Cat

Island Cats

This summer my friends, Matthew and Laura, lived on Toronto Island. Many domesticated cats can be spotted roaming the paths of this escape away from, yet within the city, paradise. This photo is compliments of Matt, who snapped this great shot of the ginger twins.

Cat Naps with Jesus

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Cats that look like Hitler

Ward the Psychokitty

This cat was the cutest little flat face ever, until he would decide to spazz out of nowhere, hiss, meow, and scratch you. I can't remember his real name, so I'm calling him Ward, as in the psycho ward of the veterinary hospital.

Lamp champ

Nina. It's been a while.


--mobile cat friend

Chuck

11th & Quebec



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Cheerio

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Walmart + Cat ladies

Office walk-in

Unnamed


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Turk

Found near Ontario and 10th





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Lyle Lovett

The neighbour's cat.


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Thirty Cent

This little kitty showed up at the Thirty Cent Art Show last Monday in Toronto. He wandered over in and among the tables and people looking at art. Is he for sale? At 30 cents, you can't go wrong. Buy me!

Cathedral Alley Cat

I saw this one on my way home from a birthday party early Sat night - he's in the side yard of the big cathedral near my house.

It kind of reminded me of this cat - remember this one?

Peekaboo

Another shameless Nina post: she's staying at Uncle Nick and Aunt Irene's place. She's dwelling in their basement for now. It's a pretty swell place!

Cat dance

Thunder, Thunder, Thunder (Bay) Cat!

Yesterday I was walking up Rupert Street in Thunder Bay, Ontario. There aren't too many kitties around here, but this little guy grabbed my attention. Perhaps I caught his. I will call him Rupert, after the street.

Note: you can see the blossoms in the window reflection. Spring is in full bloom here. Late, but beautiful.

Plasticat

Honest Ed's in Toronto sells some strange crap.

(I know it's not a real cat, but it's been way too long)

Brent

Spotted Brent here at a bike shop on Christie Street. When I went up to the window, he tried to smell my finger through the glass, then rubbed his body against it. I wished I could have gone in to meet him, but the store was closed.

Jack b. Nimble

Now to introduce lil' Jack 'Oprah' Young. He is about 7 months old and loves to sit on computers. Lil Jack also likes to chase red glittery balls and hide them in places big people can't see. Then he will wait 2.5 months to pull it out of his hiding spot and surprise you like you have just seen a ghost. This is not a joke. He has a miraculous gift of being especially talented when playing fetch. Oh, and he also likes to attack the drawstring on your sweatpants while you are wearing them.

From SoHo

(This was outside a pet store)

Sabine & Griffin

Sabine (grey) & Griffin (black) are sister and brother. They belong to a kid I babysit for. If it wasn't for the fact that they frequently use the couch as a litter box, I would say they are great cats.

When Sabine goes outside she never hesitates to hiss a couple of times, perhaps to scare away any possible danger. Once the coast is clear, she jumps up on the window sill, stares inside the house, and will start meowing shortly after to come back in. She gets very cuddly when she comes inside, and likes to sit on the keyboard and purr, or on your papers, or at best, on your lap. She does that paw-curl-nails-out-stretchy-thing when you pet her. I couldn't stand it the other day because she kept doing it to my very ticklish knees.

Griffin is the poopsmith of the two, the reason the couch has become a pooping ground. He is always content, and is very submissive to being picked up. He's been missing for a few days, since we let him out on Monday.

Moonbeam.

I was out to run an errand, but I saw this fellow on a porch. I called him as I call all cats, "Kitty! Kitty!" He came, of course. I pet him. He purred. My phone rang. I kept petting him while on the phone, until I looked down and saw that I had stepped in dog poo.

a kitten called Apple

On February 1st I helped someone move. Her cat, Apple, followed me everywhere.

Jimmy

Jimmy here lives in the Annex. One afternoon I was rushing home and spotted him. Even though I was strapped for time, I couldn't resist a connection with a neighbourhood friend. His meow made me want to scoop him up and take him home with me. He followed me for a bit, then hid behind a blue garbage bin, peered out from it and watched me walk away.

Binky...

...disapproves of your suggestion.

180 cats in one home

Link with video

From Gothamist:

Newsday has video of the rescue operation to remove 180-200 cats from one home in Moriches, Long Island. Apparently rescue group Rescue Ink got a tip about the house and the homeowner (who believes there are more like 100 cats) agreed to give up the cats.

The cats are being inoculated first, then taken to centers for spaying and neutering, and finally will go to no-kill shelters in Long Island and NYC where they can be adopted. The entire process is expected to take weeks, if not months.

A neighbor told Newsday the cats haven't been a bother, but, "The odor, yes. Hopefully, the cats will get the help they need." You can contact Rescue Ink at 800-510-7355 or info@rescueink.org for information on adopting the cats.

Dorothy

Here's Dorothy (and V, holding her). Dorothy is R and N's cat, who looks kind of like E's cat Layla, and, by extension, Nina.

For Tom

Nina has a street named after her.