Great email from a Parkdale Cat Lover.

Hi Ellie,

I JUST FOUND OUT ABOUT YOUR WONDERFUL CAT WEBSITE AND I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!

I'm from Parkdale, lived on Spencer St for about ten years when I was a kid and I loved it. My cat is from there too! His name is Miki. His mother was the neighbour's cat and I'm not sure but I think that they starved it because my family began to feed it, we called her Mizi. She was a gorgeous callico cat and kind of a slut because she had about two litters of kittens a year. This one year when I was six, she brought two kittens over. One was an orange tabby, that we named Tigger and the other a black and white one that we named Rosie. Well Tigger didn't like being  around us so much but Rosie loved it and basically moved in without us having much of a choice. We later found out that Rosie was in fact a boy and renamed him Miki. Full name: Miki Zorro Spencer Delic. Spencer so that he always knows his roots. We moved just to the border of Parkdale and Miki became very comfortable as a condo cat. He's the loveliest, sweetest cat in the world but has become a diva. He's always been a Parkdale cat and will continue to be. I hope you enjoyed the story and I'll attach some photos of my little king. Love your website, you've gained a fan.

All the best!
Iva. 

Ed's Note: 1. I love anyone who refers to their cat as "my little king".  2. More proof that Spencer Ave is the biggity-best! 3. With no further ado, here is Miki Zorro Spencer Delic, AKA "The King"

You're a King now, Miki, but you'll never forget your roots!  Are you wearing a gold chain?

 

Great white fluffiness and black goatee look. <3 <3 <3

The Adventures of Erin Oh in Cat Land - Part Deux

Cricket and Otto, The Lords of Polish Hill (Pittsburgh) surveying their domain. 

 

If those aren't the faces of natural aristocracy then my name isn't Anglin.

Stray angels outside a house on Cornelia Street in Bushwick, Brooklyn.  "Let us in, it's cold outside!"

Subaroo Cornelia, pictured here with my friend Margarita, now lives indoors in Bushwick.  His loving owners found him under (aptly) a Subaru on Cornelia Street, and he was all gray from being a hobo.  But as you can see he's certainly stepped up in the world, and spends his day in blanketed splendor, reveling in the pristine cleanliness of his fur, and inspiring Margarita to draw map tattoos.