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Infinite Cat Project Archives for May 1-5, 2017.


Mewsings: May 1, 2017 - "Sleeping together is a euphemism for people, but tantamount to marriage with cats." - Marge Percy


cat looks like cinnamon roll.

Gratuitous Kute Kittiness: Vintage cats.




Cat Mewvie: Every life must have balance.
 

comic cat east humans

Today's Kitty Komic


cat sculpture by laurel peterson gregory

Feline Art: Cat sculpture by Laurel Peterson Gregory.

cats greeting one another

What is the proper way to introduce a new cat?
by Jennifer Vandreau

Q: What’s the proper way to introduce cats? We’re adopting a new cat and already have one.

A: Thank you for pre-planning for your new addition. I would suggest keeping them separate from each other in the beginning. Put your new cat in a room with a litterbox, food and water and allow the two felines to sniff one another through the bottom of the door to get them used to each other. I recently talked to a woman who has used an old screen door that she puts up in a doorway when introducing a new cat and it works well for her. You may want to rub a towel over your new cat and then leave the towel in the other room where your current cat can smell it. If you have time, you could play and cuddle with one and then allow the other to sniff your hands and clothing. If all seems to be going well at this point, short supervised visits to see how they deal with one another face to face is the next step. Keep in mind I have cats who have lived together, literally, for more than six years and they still hiss at each other. Sometimes, felines just don’t get along. Really, as long as there’s no bloodshed, sometimes it’s just a cat’s way to not tolerate another. If, however, the dislike seems serious, you may want to consider keeping them separate at all times – I also know of folks who have cats who live in two different sections of the house because they don’t get along. I think you’ll be fine, though, especially since you’re considerate enough to take the necessary steps to make the transition right.







Mewsings: May 2, 2017 - "Poets generally love cats--because poets have no delusions about their own superiority."- Marion Garretty


cat on old light

Gratuitous Kittiness: Cats at war.






Cat Mewvie: So many kittens.
 

comic cats ignore cat tree

Today's Kitty Komic


bast and kittens egyptian bronze sculpture

Feline Art: Egyptian bronze sculpture "Bast and kittens".



Mewsings: May 3, 2017 - "A cat doesn't 'roll' well with a change of someone else's making."
- Carole Wilbourn



cat relaxing on its back

Gratuitous Kittiness: "Because feet don't snore, THAT'S why."





Cat Mewvie: The birth of twin tiger cubs.
 

dog does taxes comic

Today's Kitty Komic: 9 Chickweed Lane


cat painting by Rachel K. Schlueter

Feline Art: "Cat"by Rachel K. Schlueter.


the kittens of keanu

The kittens of "Keanu".
by Jennifer Vandreau

Anyone who’s spent time with a cat might agree with filmmaker Peter Atencio when he says cats are the “15-year-olds of the animal kingdom.”

Dogs are eager to please their owners. Cats couldn’t care less.

But the kittens that play the title tabby in the new action-comedy Keanu impressed their human co-stars so much, they’ve earned permanent places in Hollywood.

“ They blew away my expectations,” said Atencio, director of Keanu and a self-described “crazy cat man” who has three cats, two dogs and a rabbit at home. “They took direction really well.”

Keanu tells the story of Clarence and Rell (Key & Peele stars Keegan-Michael Key and Jordan Peele), two mild-mannered guys who pretend to be killer criminals after a gang of thugs steals Rell’s kitten, Keanu. The gangsters want to keep the kitten — now wearing gold chains and a tiny do-rag — but Clarence and Rell will do anything, including embracing their inner tough-guys, to get him back.

Seven brown tabbies, all rescued from animal shelters, played Keanu. Trainer Larry Payne said animal roles generally require multiple actors (or, in this case, cat-ctors), as each has its own personality traits that contribute to the onscreen character.

Some kittens are better at hitting marks, for example, while others are particularly skilled at sitting still and being adorable.

“There’s the run guy, there’s the snuggle guy, there’s the meow guy,” Key said.

“It’s like assembling a team of bank-robbers,” Atencio added.

Payne initially trained three kittens to play Keanu, but they aged out halfway through production.

“(They) had gotten big and not really kitten-like anymore,” he explained.

He adopted four more kittens to finish the film. All were about eight weeks old when they began their monthlong training.

Besides learning the skills they’d need for their scenes — sit, stay, go from one mark to another — the Keanus had to get used to the noise and commotion of a movie set. Loud sounds typically make cats run and hide.

“It’s a little bit easier with the kittens, believe it or not, than with adult cats, because I don’t think they know any better,” said Payne, who trains all kinds of animals for film and TV roles.
“ The kittens almost think, ‘This is what all kittens do: We work on movies!’”

Payne plied the kitties with treats during training. Repetition and positive reinforcement are key, he said. He uses off-camera buzzers or clickers — which signify food is coming — to summon the cats to their marks.

He also used treats to get them to tolerate the dozen or so costumes Keanu wears. Rell dresses his pet in a little fedora, goggles, a leather jacket, a hoodie and sunglasses, among other things.

When the kittens weren’t on screen, they hung out in miniature star trailers: deluxe animal carriers decked out with beds, toys and water. When filming on location in New Orleans, all seven Keanus stayed with Payne in his hotel suite.

Peele, who co-wrote Keanu, said a cat-napped kitten wasn’t part of the film’s original premise. He and co-writer Alex Rubens knew the main characters and their squares-in-gangland dilemma, but “it didn’t feel like we had something that really justified why we would put ourselves in danger,” Peele said. “That’s where the kitten came in.”

Though he has a dog who sometimes wears outfits (“We (Peele and wife Chelsea Peretti) got a Burberry outfit and we do have a little beach hoodie. It goes deep.”), Peele said they made Keanu a kitten because “we realized there’s not a lot of kitten movies.”

Payne, too, said he “never had the pleasure of doing an entire kitten movie” in his 30-year career.
Atencio would do one again, saying, “I would love to do a kitten-based horror or thriller.”

Maybe he’ll call on the kittens formerly known as Keanu? All the film’s feline stars are staying in Hollywood. Though one went home with Keanu co-star Tiffany Haddish to become a housecat, Payne said the others will continue to act.

He and his colleague, April Mackin, each took two kittens home, and the remaining two live at the California ranch where Payne keeps his menagerie of acting animals.

“The fact that I was able to acclimate them to a movie-set environment when they were real young, they become valuable for us for the future to do that work,” he said. “They’re provided a great home. We have on-staff vets. And they’re very spoiled, much like a normal star would be.”





Mewsings: May 4, 2017 - "If you would know what a cat is thinking about, you must hold its paw in your hand for a long time." - Jules Champfleury


cat behind kitten

Gratuitous Kittiness: "She's right behind me, isn't she?"





Cat Mewvie: Pepe sings da blues.
 

cats at funeral comic

Today's Kitty Komic


mia bella cat painting by rachel schlueter

Feline Art: "Mia Bella" by Rachel Schlueter.



Mewsings: May 5, 2017 - "The way to keep a cat is to try to chase it away." - E. W. Howe


gray cat with pink tongue

Gratuitous Kittiness: A study in pink and gray.





Cat Mewvie: Kitten rave.
 

cats don't care comic

Today's Kitty Komic


cat donuts

Feline Art: Cat donuts.

yawning maine coon

My cat, the asshole.
by Cari Wade Gervin

My cat is an asshole.

Kingsley is a fucking beautiful specimen of cat. He is a Maine Coon (possibly not pure-bred), and he is gray and floofy and has an honest-to-God mane (which inspired his name ... not the lush of an author). Pictures of him on Instagram get comments like “Majestic AF” and “Sooo handsome!” and “He’s magnificent!” (Those were all on the same photo, by the way.)

And Kingsley is a fucking asshole.

If Kingsley were a boyfriend, he’d be the really hot guy who’s great in bed but kinda dumb and a total jerk. But you keep hanging out with him when he deigns to call, which is rarely. You know it’s a kind of abusive situation, but when he stares at you with those soulful eyes, you say yes to him every time. Except Kingsley does not take me out to dinner. In fact, I have to pay for his every night. He does like to curl up at my feet and keep them warm at night, but he refuses to sit next to me in broad daylight. And while his emotional withholding may not be intentionally manipulative, his physical abuse most certainly is.

No food in his bowl? SWAT.

Hungry for the cat drug that is Friskies Party Mix? SWAT.

It’s 4 a.m. and he’s awake and wants me to be too? SWAT.

Kingsley likes to smack me, hard, with one of his giants paws, typically in my face. Having never owned an asshole cat before — my previous was the sweetest and kindest cat to ever exist on the planet — I had no idea that a 13-pound creature could hit me hard enough to leave a bruise. But he can, and he does.

Kingsley also likes to swat the dog — although the dog probably deserves it, given the way she chases Kingsley around the house. But sometimes Kingsley will go berserker out of the blue — there really is no other way to describe it — clawing and biting whatever gets in his way, which is usually my leg. You’d think he wasn’t neutered. You’d think he was feral. But I rescued him when he was just a tiny ball of fuzz, maybe a month old, abandoned on the side of the road.

Cats are normally smarter than dogs, inquisitive and curious. Not Kingsley. He didn’t learn he could push open a cracked door until he was 4. Before that, he would just sit on the other side of it and cry. And cry.

Kingsley also likes to talk to himself, walking around the house with a repeated, “Mrrrow? Mrrow. Mrrow? Mrrow!” It’s not his complaint cry, it’s just a little chatter. What he finds so interesting are probably motes of dust floating in the sunshine. Maybe his balls of fur floating through the air. Like most fluffy cats, Kingsley sheds a lot. Sometimes he eats the clumps of fur he’s shed. He’s that dumb.

But, then, Kingsley is such a beautiful cat, I can’t really blame him for taking advantage of it. He knows that no matter what he does, I’ll still pick him up and rub his floofy belly, even though he hates to cuddle. He will do the cross between a hop and a prance around the house sometimes, and he looks like he’s wearing pantaloons of fur. It’s the silliest thing, and it makes me laugh every time.

Kingsley knows that no matter how many scars he accidentally gives me when he affectionately nibbles on my hand — his way of kissing me, I think — I won’t mind. He knows I’ll still let him in my bed every night, no matter how much fur he leaves on the duvet.

My cat is an asshole, it is true, but he’s a lovable son of a bitch. And he looks so great on Instagram — I couldn’t get rid of him if I wanted to.




 




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