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.

a Guido sketch

To keep things fresh in kitty blogland, here's a crappy scan of a sketch I did of Guido. Cats are hard to draw, especially when they keep moving.

Strelnikov

There's a new poopsmith in town.

He's still little but he's got spunk. At night he climbs the ladder to my loft, turns on the purr engine, and nuzzles his face against mine.

His favorite activities include beating the shit out of socks, beating the shit out of Holland Bear, beating the shit out of wine corks, and pooping.

I've named him Pasha Strelnikov, and if you know what book that is from, you get extra points. But mostly, we call him "Kitten."

Duke and the House of Cats

This is Duke. He lives in Kitchener, Ontario, in a house full of cat paraphernalia. Duke is literally a scaredy-cat. He hissed at me and took off as I took this photo with my laptop. Below is just a small example of the amount of cat items this house holds.

Kitchen kitty calendar.

Kitchen kitty poster.

Kitchen kitty corner.

There was more in just the kitchen alone. I'd say this house wins the cat lovers award. The good thing for Duke is, he is the only real cat here. Thus, it is truly his domain.

Le Tigre

Saw this poster in Annecy, near the French Alps, last week, and it made me so sad. Son frere l'attend!

Napoleon (no picture)

I met a cat named Napoleon (his name for real), who was reclining on Quinpool Road near Robie Street. To those who don't know Halifax, this is a busy area with no private house frontages. I suspect Napoleon may be a castaway, but it's hard to say. Anyway, he and I made good friends, and he followed me (by walking ahead of me as though he didn't care that I was leaving). Just when I thought he'd veered off into the dark, I tripped on something—Napoleon, who was apparently trying to stop me from keeping on. I gave him one more friendly pat and walked on.

Napoleon has short black hair with a white spot on his neck under his chin, and a white belly.

Terrence: Halifax/Maynard at Cornwallis

Here is Terrence. Terrence is much plumper than these images let off. He must be a 15 – 20 pounder. Anyway, he was super nice and super chill. Terrence also has pet dandruff.

for sale

One time at St. Jacob's Farmers' Market in Waterloo, I came across these creepy kittens. Note the kitty in plastic.