Cat Project Archives for May 30 - June 3,
30, 2016 - "If you are worthy of its affection, a
cat will be your friend, but never your slave."- Theophile
Gratuitous Kute Kittiness: "Calling Dr. Katz."
Mewvie: "One more time!"
Street Art: "Why, yes. I have a few ceramic cats."
Island of Sardinian cats.
By Cecelia Rodriquez
It’s one of those “perfect” island spots: unspoiled
rocky and sandy beaches, aquamarine water, flamingos and seagulls practically
undisturbed by massive tourism. No shops or big hotels and only six inhabitants.
However, that’s the number of two-legged inhabitants. Because the
Su Pallosu beach on the Mediterranean Italian island of Sardinia is in
fact overrun by another species of permanent beach bum – a colony
of tame cats roaming the dunes, basking in the sun, playing with the
waves and mingling with “cat-watching” visitors.
The cat sanctuary, which takes its name I Gatti di Su Pallosu from the
nearby tiny fishing hamlet of Su Pallosu on Sardinia’s western
coast, shelters some 60 felines of all ages and breeds. Although the
sanctuary is relatively new, according to local lore cats have been roaming
the sands of Su Pallosu for more than a century after local fishermen
from a nearby tuna fishery brought a group to eliminate a rodent infestation
in their barracks.
In the 1980s, the barracks were demolished but the cats stayed as neighboring
locals kept feeding them.
Su Pallosu’s popularity, though, has been growing recently since
TripAdvisor gave it a Certificate of Excellence and other travel sites
began recommending it.
Andrea Atzori and his wife, Irina, together founded the non-profit sanctuary
in 2011, explaining to local media that “the combination of cats
and beach seem to be the secret recipe for success.” The association,
which depends on private donations and sales of cat souvenirs to tourists,
handles feline feeding, population control and sanitary conditions and
has arranged medical care and sterilization with a nearby veterinary
No new cats are accepted and the association discourages visitors from
abandoning their own unwanted cats at Su Pallosu.
“The feline sanctuary of Su Pallosu in Sardinia hosts a total of 61 cats,
all endowed with microchips, 40 of which fully free and 21 receiving health care
in an enclosed shelter, as of the Census of February 16, 2015,” according
to the non-profit’s website. “All 61 cats belong to the Associazione
Culturale Amici di Su Pallosu.”
The group arranges free guided tours of the feline colony beach, bookable
in advance, and promotes tourism in the area, including visits to local
sites like a turtle beach and a small geology museum, the Gianni Arzori
31, 2015 - "Many a cat can only be lured in by switching
off all the lights and keeping very still. Until the indignant
cry of a cat-locked-out comes at the door."- Pam Brown
Gratuitous Kittiness: "Am I doing this right?"
Mewvie: Kitty loves to brush his teeth.
Feline Art: "Ceramic
Cat" by Aldo Rimini.
1, 2016 - A cat will never drown if she sees the shore."
- Francis Bacon 1561-1626
Gratuitous Kittiness: "Lion cut" before and after.
Mewvie: Allllll-most got it.
Art: Cat-diamond's are a cat-lover's best friend.
being a cat daddy.
By Abraham Reisman
A few years ago, I asked a woman I was dating what the most erotic sext
I’d ever sent her was.
“The one with the video of you installing the door,” she replied.
I had taken all my doors out when I’d moved into my apartment because I
wanted to create the illusion of more space in that shoebox of a place. I had
no roommates, so the lack of a barrier between kitchenette and bedroom hadn’t
had much of an impact on my makeout game for my first year there. But this woman
had the poor fortune of being the first person I’d brought home after I
became the father of two cats.
They’re not horrible cats. Well, one of them is kind of horrible
(he’s the male of the pair, of course), but they’re not quite
My Cat from Hell material. That said, they don’t have a great deal
of respect for personal space. So when this wonderful young lady and
I were doing what grown-ups do, the two of them were fond of getting
friendly with her: chewing her hair, lightly grazing their claws along
her thigh, plopping themselves down for a nap on her face, and so on.
She was fine with one creature in that apartment showing affection and
interest in her body; three was two too many. So I reinstalled the door
and texted her the proof. She swooned. The cats were put outside during
our intimate dealings. Romantic harmony was restored.
That is, except for the persistent sounds of the boy cat whining and
scratching the aforementioned door in a plea to be let in on the fun.
The relationship didn’t last, but the feline concerns have persisted.
Being a cat daddy provides a unique set of challenges and opportunities
for a young, single gent in the city. Let’s start with the plusses.
A middle-aged camera operator at an old TV job once told me there were
two keys to getting a woman in bed: owning property (“it shows
you’ve got a future”) and owning a dog (“it shows you
could take care of a kid, if that’s what she’s into”).
I’m a professional writer, so property ownership is a bit out of
my price range, probably forever. And although a dog was out of the question — why
should I let an animal force me to leave my house on days when I’d
rather languish in the light of my laptop? — I’ve certainly
found that pet parenthood makes a certain type of woman’s ears
I highly doubt that that perking happens because of the maternal longing
the camera guy mentioned. It has more to do with good conversation. Talking
about my cats on a first date allows me to both self-deprecate and brag,
hopefully in a charming manner on both fronts. Calling myself a “cat
lady” in a masculine baritone always gets a laugh, or at least
a smile. Then I can talk at length about my victories in the struggle
for ecosystem dominance: You should hear me recount the tales of what
it took to drown out the boy cat’s screams when I’m trying
to sleep (the current status quo is me locking him in the bathroom and
using a white-noise machine to counteract the noise). Add in the tale
of how the “used-cat salesman” (again, always at least a
smile with that line) upsold me from one cat to two? Baby, you better
believe I’ve got a girl’s attention at that point.
And, of course, the greatest trick the cats offer me (man, I’m
really giving away all my pickup-artist secrets here, aren’t I?)
is a fantastic method of casually proposing that we take the action from
the restaurant to the apartment. “Hey, do you wanna meet my cats?” I’ll
ask. It’s perfect! If she’s not interested, saying no to
a cat-viewing is much less awkward for her than saying no to the prospect
of kissing me. But if she is game for a potential make-out, it makes
the whole endeavor seem more lighthearted and chill. I suppose someone
could say yes solely out of the desire to hang with some felines, but
I’ve never had a false positive like that.
In fact, now that I’m getting to this point in this essay, I’m
realizing the positives far outweigh the negatives when it comes to dating
as a kitty papa. Sure, they cause a fair bit of noise. They make cooking
difficult (the boy cat has a profound hunger for people food). And they
can produce truly repulsive smells when their litter box is full. But
they force me to keep my apartment clean. Any mop-up of a hairball tends
to lead to a general sweep of the area, and I have to keep most surfaces
clear so no tiny paws push things to their shattered doom. And I can
fill any awkward silences by picking up one of the cats and making light
conversation with my children (the women probably think I’m doing
a bit at first, but stick around me long enough and you’ll find
that I talk to them whether or not anyone’s paying attention to
me). My furry kids regularly lighten the mood by curling up for sleepy-times
in a lady’s lap. And if we get somewhat public as a couple, that
lady has top-notch cat-Instagramming opportunities.
But the most important way the cats help me make love connections is
this: There’s a special magic when a cat dad finds a cat mom. Gabbing
about the triumphs and travails of feline ownership is a genuinely powerful
experience that can bring me a lot closer to a person. Plus, a cat lady
and I can share an air of superiority with regards to our dog-owning
counterparts. I dated a dog mom for a while, and although she and I both
had to ignore animal hair in our respective boudoirs, only one of us
had to worry about interrupting a make-out session to put on clothes,
exit the building, and walk a pet. By comparison, what’s a little
mewling at the bedroom door?
2, 2016 - "The smart cat doesn't let on that he is." -
Gratuitous Kittiness: Dat face.
Mewvie: Don't mess with Mr. Boots.
Feline Art: Cool cat-carpet, huh?
3, 2016 - "A cat will do what it wants when it wants,
and there's not a thing you can do about it." - Frank
Gratuitous Kittiness: "Cat matches the carpet? Check!"
Mewvie: New Simon's Cat!
Art: Somewhere in the Netherlands.
and his beloved blind cat scale Ireland's
By Hilary Hanson
Stevie, a blind cat who hikes with her human, is back at it again blazing
Filmmaker Patrick Corr and Stevie garnered a following last year after
Corr shot a
beautiful video that showed the pair going on a hike in County
“I think Stevie is a truly remarkable cat and I wanted to capture how I
truly felt about her and share that with the world in a meaningful way,” he
told The Huffington Post at the time.
Since then, Stevie’s love for the outdoors has only grown. A new
video shows Corr and the calico feline climbing County Kerry’s
Carrauntoohil, the highest peak in Ireland at 3,406 feet.
Note: Though Stevie mostly walks with a harness and leash, the video
shows her briefly off-leash. While Corr says Stevie always sticks very
close by him, experts warn you should always keep your cat on a harness
and leash when taking a walk.
Corr took special care to make sure that the trek wasn’t too strenuous
for his beloved companion.
“Her comfort was our number one priority,” he said in an email. “Stevie
was only allowed to walk on the path leading to the base and during the climb
itself, she was free to walk wherever there was a soft surface - any section
of the mountainside that was too rocky, she was carried on my shoulder and via
a cat carrier bag that we had specially for the trip.”
The pair also took “lots of breaks” and he made sure Stevie
always had access to food and water. The climb up and down the peak took
between five and six hours, he said.
What makes the whole story even more impressive is that Corr and Stevie
managed to raise more than 1,000 euros (that’s more than $1,114)
for animal charities TSPCA — a small group from Corr’s hometown — and
the Cork Animal Care Society — the shelter where he adopted Stevie
about four years ago. They did it through a GoFundMe campaign called “Stevie
Saves the World.”