inbreeding can have magical results - barn catzzz part deux

just look at the mitts on this dashing inbred country squire!

polydactylism to the max!  Looks like at least seven pretty white fluffy toes to me! I think I'm in love!

Obviously he doesn't lack the love-muffin gene, Princess Caroline got a lot of good pats in.  Love the Phantom of the Opera Markings!

When I first opened this picture up I almost had to go home sick from work, because my aorta filled up with a high-density glucose-fructose syrup that is produced by an intense cat love, resulting from faces so honest and paws so cumbersome.  Symptoms include fluttering in the stomach, pupil dilation, and light-headedness.

"WHO GOES THERE?!?!  Oh, it's just my orange field-fellow, who you will meet in the next catsofparkdale post."

BARN CATZZZ

The next few entries on Cats of Parkdale will be devoted to these barn cats who were lovingly encapsulated in film by one of my best friends, Caroline Wesley. I will divide these shots by cat so we can focus on the particular beauty of each rural beebee. I can't thank Caro enough for these award-winning shots and the following beautiful words:  

Hey Cat Lover, Here is the first of two batches of barn cat shots. Use them if you like- they were taken behind a barn in Merlin, Ontario while I waited for Kathleen to pack up her shit. The little black and white one had almost been killed a few days earlier, as he was snuggled up on a combine's motor and didn't wake up too fast when Shock started it up. So he was a bit skittish...

More to come... use them if you like, but don't feel obligated... I know there are a lot of pretty kitties out there, and these ones aren't exactly urban. If we could read their thoughts, though, I bet they would be urbane. Meow, C

 

love how the sunshine illuminates this calico kitten's eyes

it's no wonder this cat lives in a town called "Merlin", because only wizardry could make this kit so cute.

 

cats fill me with poetry

Who needs photoshop when one is a MS Paint wizard?

This majestic hairless catcat was captured by Steph's iphone in front of Trinity-Bellwoods park in the loving clasp of his owner.  He had remarkably strong paws, and since he was declawed he could cling on to your finger like a leaf.  It felt so nice holding onto this baby's hand for dear life!

Excerpts from "The Wilderness" by Carl Sandburg, 1918. Thank you to Tina for the tip.

Musical feline dare deviltry in Holy Fuck's Red Lights video.

it was the way i saw wolves tracks

"it was not the hunting that led me there - it was the ice in my fur and the wind from the western mansion and the mist from the eastern lodge. it was the night's long lying."

it's not just fashion - it's art.

Can you even imagine how fastidiously neat a human would have to be to reach this level of cleanliness? Imagine wearing the same black and white graphic print every day and night while roaming the streets and tromping high grasses, sleeping/rolling in gardens and feasting on mouse blood! Then to have only YOUR TONGUE to clean your perfect outfit with!  

And yet still it remains perfectly pristine, sparkling and spotless? 

People in Parkdale ask me every day, "Ellie, how DO they do it?!?!" 

Well Parkdale, my answer is that kittersons are blessed with spiky tongues that work like combs and a substance that is secreted in their saliva that acts as a natural detergent! They also a natural proclivity for cleanliness (next to Godliness! Don't forget that when you're trying to decide which animal-God to Worship!)

I have to step out on my front porch to fetch the newspaper, but first let me just slip on my floor-length black velvet cape, white silk ascot, white suede thigh-high stockings, velvet bonnet and eye masque.

you can't buy that level of style.

the watchwoman

WHO GOES THERE?!?!

the greatest dancers in the cat world

The feral Baryshnikov of Brockton

Uh oh!  Baryshnikov of Brockton ran into the Michael Jackson of Brockton!

Look at those twinkle-toes!

DAMN!  Looks like Jackson won the dance-off with Baryshnikov by default! Bary ain't even gonna step to MJ!  Forfeit! Blowing the lid off the dance world one cat battle at a time.

Maybe dat kitty ain't da best dancer, but he definitely wins the award for most lithe beauty.

feelin' groovy

wish i could go roll around in the grass with this free lovin' hippy kitty. mama's hurtin' from her hard living.

don't take mescaline and try to fly, sweetie! 

the face that launched a thousand peace marches.  i totally wouldn't do war with vietnam if this beauty told me too.

a prison of your own devise

As Steph and I strolled down Mechanic Avenue, we heard the tinkling of a neck bell, and this orange-eyed baby pranced up to say hello.  He was a real lover.

It is imperative to sniff old pieces of gum on the sidewalk, just to make sure they're not catnip, Temptations, or a squirrel.

He then entered this prison of his own devise, in order to gain the upper-hand in our heavy-petting session.

This jailbird loved to love.

He took time to smell the wheat sheaves.

i love you i love you i love you.

It looks like I was admonishing kitty, but I was just offering my finger for inspection.

What a great encounter!  Mechanic Ave is where it's at.