The Light Tiger of Christy Pitts

I've been wanting to capture this majestic beauty for a long time.  I remember when I first moved to Toronto, driving by this beautiful fearsome beast made of a million lights, and thinking, "wow, this is the big city." 

This weekend, my dear friend Ruth - a tiger of light in her own right - took the opportunity of a snowy night and a couple of hot toddies to mount this creation.  A truly magnificent union.

Meow! I'm Lost! Help!

Please help find this poor little sweetie!

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. 

The Adventures of Erin Oh in Cat Land

I know an enchanting young damsel by the name of Erin Oh, who spent the winter soulstice traversing the lands far and wide.  On her journey she came across a variety of cat friends.

I love cat friends of friends.  May I present to you:

LEO - a postmodern love story in three acts.

A tale/tail of courtly love, and the triumph of the spirit over adversity

of intrigue, passion and wheat coloured fur.

Buy a round for me and I'll tell you the tale of the trials and triumphs of Leo, a cream makeral tabby from the mean streets of Pittsburgh. From his devestatingly dark days at the Pittsburgh humane society and cruel owners who "just didn't want him anymore", to the dazzling high life he now leads in the home of Erin's mom, spending his days reclining resplendent on crocheted orange pillows that perfectly complement his fluff, and... of course, that heady day that he met her...  

PS: "FREE WHEATY!"

Cat-Teenage Rebellion

Yeah, I'm a bad a$$ teenage cat who chooses to chill beside a cinder block! WHY? Because I'm a mutha' fuckin badass catty, that's why!

My Portugese mom says I shouldn't smoke nip and sit on planks of wood on top of old air conditioners - but do I listen to my old lady?!  HELL NO! I smoke so much nip even my claws are blunt!  And I represent this cinder block because I am the streets.  

 

I show no mercy.  I give mad cattitude to the perps that pass my palace.

Everyday I need an ounce and a half! The only cat you know with a bounce and a half! 

Ay yo, I smoke like a chiminey!

(Aww, we all know he's a little home-baby mama's boy with that face.  He'd never take drugs or fight, he just wants to impress the teenage girl cats in his area code. I also think he might be a she, in which case this is the long-awaited cat-action sequel to Set it Off starring Queen Latifah)

I love gangster kitties, especially on the mean streets of Parkdale.  So good to be back home in Parkdale after a long stretch in Kitchener-Waterloo.  Thanks to Steph for holding down the cat blogging fort while I was away.

Kevin Steele captures Window Cat!

A new blog-friend, Kevin Steele, who shares my weird interests, captured these beautiful photos of window kitty from West Queen West, seen formerly on Cats of Parkdale here and here.  These were taken in 2008!  She's been sitting in that window for years!  Oh, to be a cat.

 I would love to know more about this cat, such as what is she selling?  Whatever it is, I'm buying.

I think her job is to be cute and lovey dovey with passers-by! She's workin' it. Hard.

I think she may have posed for Vermeer in a past life. I just gotta scratch that chin!!  

Thank you so much to Kevin for these great pictures.  If you want to check out other artfully taken photos of Queen West with an emphasis on the cats of Queen West, visit his blog, Kevin Steele Land! 

The Audrey Special.

I love “special” cats, as you already know. I think that a lifetime of being “special” myself has caused me to treasure the odd, malformed and differently-abled among us.


I happen to know a very special little kitty named Audrey. Audrey has cerebellar hypoplasia, which is a disorder found in cats and dogs in which the cerebellum is not completely developed at birth. Cerebellar hypoplasia causes jerky movements, tremors and generally uncoordinated movement. The animal often falls down and has trouble walking. Tremors increase when the animal is excited and subside when at ease. Cerebellar hypoplasia is also super cute.

Thankfully, Audrey was adopted by my dear friends and some of the best cat owners I know. She has been treated with dignity and gentleness, and been given a safe place to learn since birth, and so she doesn’t know that she’s got it any harder than other cats. She is a very happy little kitkat.



here is Audrey as a kitten drinking water like a hamster before she learned to stand up.  She even had her own crib!




Here is Audrey learning how to walk.  Slow down there, sweetie!  I remember my first beer too!



her disorder causes her to do very cute things, such as sit with her back legs out like this to help her balance. 

what a pretty little cornish hen!!!!

Audrey has grown up to become a freindly, frisky catty.

she can clean herself

she can eat with the other cats of the house

she can serve as a sundial.

she loves getting love from her momita.

she allows herself to be dressed up as a goth

she loves to play.

She is regal and dignified.

like all cats, she loves boxes.  Audrey rules the roost.

Thank you to Sarah - Audrey-owner, one of my best friends, and blog master at There is Limitless Joy.

christmas cats

my mom made Sam a beautiful cat quilt "Plaid Cats in Twilight"



Brenda was very pleased with her present - the box from my new laptop (so so def). As you can see she's fully flattened the box from my Frye boots (in background) that I got for my birthday.



My Momita got a stuffed owl, handmade by Elin Moorlag, family friend, from my sister.

And I got new red jammies and a beautiful red cat.

Dogs of Flamborough.

Did you know that the cat lady of Parkdale, despite basing her identity entirely around cats, also loves dogs? 



Now ya know.



how can one resist when they're big gentle giants with the temperament of a puppy and the physique of a beast?  Churchill melted my stone butch blues.

thank you to Sam for the photos and to Brenda for the beautiful baby dog.

She's a Talker

Three Best Things: Art, Gay People and Cats.

I do wish I could imbed this video, but I swear it's worth the click and watch.  "Neil Goldberg’s “She’s a Talker,” a short video which hits on the sublime by examining gay men’s relationships with their cats." Made in 1993.

Thank you to my beloved Steph and Diego for continually making this blog possible.