Queen of King and Dufferin

There is a little lion-ette who resides in a dwelling near King and Dufferin, one of the most fearsome parts of Parkdale.  She's brave as a bear with a heart rare and true.  Her name is Bowie, and she has a beautiful little face sparkling with intelligence and a magnificent coat of golden brown fluff.

shortly after Bowie entered the world she began her rule with the heart of a child

at one year she reigns majestic over the misfitted and abnormal that populate this particular corner of Parkdale

She takes her watch seriously, making sure the marginalized are treated with dignity and humanity.

The little Empress. 

The tilt of this strange nation and the will to remain for the duration, waving the flag, feeling it drag

Even great rulers need to slumber in the sunlight on their mother's paw. 

Bowie pays homage to Klimt

As one of the people of king and dufferin that Bowie protects, I look at that face and feel safe.

thank you to dear friend and loving Queen mother, Hilary.

 

Working Girl.

I am lucky enough to live steps away from a professional kitty, who lives and works at King's Milk, a convenience store near my house on the corner of King and Spencer Ave.

Let's just say this cat, who I have named Marjory (she must have another name but i'm too shy to ask - you know how i feel about humans) has helped me through some pretty dark days. She loves sleeping in empty chip boxes, and during the winter in front of her heat lamp behind the counter. At night when I stumble drunkenly past King's Milk, she's always looking out from inside her store, to make sure the hooligans don't give me no guff (i can only assume).

This Sunday she took a trip outdoors to see what life is like on the outside.

She was a little scared at first and cowered by a mailbox. 

Then she saw us and we loved it up big time!!!!  I'm not sure if the owners of the store and of Marjory like or understand my relationship with Marge. Maybe they're concerned I distract her from her work? But I pretty much spend millions of dollars there just so I can get to pet her, so they have to tolerate my cat-centric attitude.

She was so into my knee!  Oh, Marge.