Ted

Here's Ted. He's the hobo who lives in my back yard. Here he is taking shelter by some collapsed boxes by the trash. Ted is scraggly and under-nourished, poor fella. I tried to make friends with him but he scampered away before I came within ten feet of him.

Bliss

This cat was a stray, according the innkeeper. I had to go to Newport, Rhode Island to find a cat. (Boston has become a total dog town.)

Finding a cat to photograph was not the reason for the visit, but I digress...

Since he (?*) was a stray, there was no collar. I will call him Bliss, since that was the name of the inn, and because he was an exceedingly happy cat, and so smiley that his eyes never seemed to be able to open. I wondered at first if he could even see, but every time the door opened, he would peer indoors longingly (implying that he can see). The innkeeper said he needs to stay outside, but this cat often tries (and sometimes succeeds) to get inside.

We saw this cat many times during our visit. He was always very friendly and liked to follow us around, purr, and roll on his back.

* I didn't check.

Holy moly

My next cat will have to be a Maine Coon Cat

Alicia Keys

Remember the Mennonite kitty? This is another cat picture from the same friends, Andrea & Nolan. They spotted this little one in a park in Toronto, and named her Alicia Keys. If I am recalling the news correctly, Keys was somewhat shy and ignored Nolan and Andrea.

Polaroid shot & scanned by Andrea.

Outside the bakery

Seen on the way to the subway this morning. I think the cat lives in the bakery and was visiting with this banana-eating customer. Before inspecting the fruit the cat was sitting on the sidewalk, but the man patted the bench and the kitty jumped up.

WHOA IS THIS LIKE OUR ALTER-EGO WEBSITE?????

Check it out. Maybe we need some mappage. Or to contribute to this thing. Or something. I guess it just pulls from flickr.

Here's one from mine:

Star of the show

There have not been too many new cats around lately. I saw Wallace a few times last week. He's meek and mild as ever. He always seems kind of sad to me. I want to take him home, give him a bath, and feed him high quality cat food. I saw an orange cat that might have been Duke, but I'm not sure. If he wasn't, I would have named him Harvard and told the long story of how he assumed the pseudonym when his owners moved from Boston to Halifax, much against Harvard's will and to his chagrin. You see, Harvard was well on his way to receiving one of the highest orders of education in kittydom, the Masters of Mousing and Being Cute (M.MBC), until he was forced to leave. He was atteneing the lesser-known Cat College, which occupies a small corner of the Harvard campus in Cambridge. In spite of the high concentration of human higher learning institutions in Halifax, there are presently no feline equivalents one might find in larger centres.

Anyway, Nina (shown above) is still cute as ever, and I am happy to post yet another picture of her. She's discovered the top of the kitchen table, where she often jumps up to watch me eat or drink my coffee. She also has adapted a strange habit of dragging old rags and dryer lint from the wastebin to the edge of her poop box.