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.

Milky-Cow: Toronto/Roncesvales

Kat and I found this perma-squinty kitty on Roncesvales last night. I thought perhaps she was deaf and partially blind—she was not very responsive to sound. Kat named her Milky-Cow. Milky was so delicate and meek, but very affectionate.

Marmalade

Here is Marmalade. I didn't make his name up—it's on his tag. He was so big and hardy and friendly. When I walked away from him, he stayed in the above position for as long as he was in my visibility range. Spotted on Maynard near Falkland (where else?).

Logan

Here is Logan. I thought his real name would be on his name tag, but no. He was just a nice cat, on the driveway of a house at Cogswell and Creighton. There seem to be two kinds of cats in this world: cats who like meeting passers-by and cats who don't. Logan is of the first kind.

Sampson?

I saw this guy on Maynard Street, and I think he might be Charley's Sampson. He was so nice and friendly; when I squatted down to call him over, he meowed and trotted over and again, and we became good friends whilst bonding over a hearty scruff-scratch.

Update: Charley speculates that this couldn't be Sampson. I've decided that this guy's name is Harris. Harris Bonaventure.

Flufferson

Here is Flufferson. I might have blogged about him when I took this picture back in May of last year. But this being a cat blog, and me being in a part of town today where there are not too many wandering cats, I decided to break this one out again.

Flufferson is a filthy but very cute and friendly kitty who lives on my old street (Curzon St) in Toronto. He lives near the corner at Queen St E and is often seen basking on top of parked cars, the picket fence, or on a driveway with a few other mangy cats. On this particular occasion, there was a truck parked in front of the house with its window slightly open, and here, Flufferson managed to trap himself in the cab! He was trying desperately to get out to greet me. It was the most sad and adorable thing.

Wallace

I don't know this cat's name, so I will call him Wallace. Wallace is an old black cat who roams our neighbourhood. He has been known to peek into my bedroom window and spook Nina, at least on one occasion. Ever since, Nina peers longingly and intently into the back yard from said window, hoping to exchange strange cat-body language gestures and growling sounds one might never have thought would be possible for a cat to produce.

Poor old Wallace—he seems weary and tired. He didn't know if he wanted to deal with me or not. He ran up to me, and then he jerked rather suddenly when I reached out to touch him, and he walked away. He was not mean, just a little bit skittish. I like Wallace.

I am Siamese if you please

So this is one of the neighbourhood cats. He's a Siamese, I think. I was surprised by how friendly he was to me; most purebred cats, if they are allowed outside at all, tend to be snobs (no offense to purebred cats). I was trying to capture his gorgeous azure eyes, but he was too smiley and rolling-all-around for me to capture them.

Since the precedent has been set to name these stranger cats, I will name this guy Lorenzo. He does have an ID tag, so if I run into him again, I'll find out his real name.