The gala was held at a beautiful ballet school (think black swan except with feminism and fun instead of psychosis and ultra violence) in Parkdale! They have a resident feline ballerina who patrols the place to make sure there are no mice to trip up the little dancers. Unfortunately for the event he had to be quarantined in a separate room, but as we prepared for the guests to arrive, I got a little one-on-one with him, as captured by my friend Eric "Red Hill" Akaoka - literally the best, nicest photographer in the world.
OH SHEET! Who's that tiny dancer?
Oh hey guys, it's just me, the little lionette who lives in the ballet school, protecting my charges from evil competitive mommies, rapey Austrian dance instructor dudes and faux lesbianism with Mila Kunis!
Then I got down on all fours (in formal attire! at a professional function!) for a little pat sesh and he was soooo loving!!! Look at that mamma's boy face! Purr purr.
Then he remembered he was a working cat, and on the clock!
Back to work!
Then he remembered he was a working cat, and on the clock!
