Cat Project Archives for October 15-19,
15, 2018: "I'm aloof, I like to run around outside,
but I also like to curl up in warm spots. I eat fish."
- Megan Coughlin on why she'd make a good cat
Gratuitous Kute Kittiness: "I loves me this leg!"
Cat Mewvie: "Good morning,
Mr. Alley Cat."
Feline Art: "Autumn
by Mike "Infinite Cat" Stanfill
No one ever officially designated me as a "crazy cat cartoonist" but
there was a time, only a few of years ago, when I kept the company of
at least eight cats, seven of whom were pitch black. These were my Horde,
all fated to someday protect the world from the inevitable zombie legions.
Alas, they couldn't even save the world from Donald Fucking Trump or,
at the very least, themselves as one-by-one they succumbed to a more
varied assortment of ruination that I could have thought possible. Cancer,
diabetes, dog attack, old age, they all took their toll. As of last week
I was down to three cats. As of last night, only two remained as I lost
another little hordite.
That cat was Scar, and he deserves a moment of celebration as he was
a special one. He was whip-smart and a friend to all kitties, though
a nightmare to any stray dog that eyed his food bowl. And if a cat could
be said to have charisma then Scar most certainly had it as all moggies,
especially the lady cats, strove to nap by his side.
In short, Scar was cool. He was the Sinatra of cats. Minus the mafia
baggage, that is.
He arrived at my feeding station back in 2005, half-grown and hungry.
I easily caught him in my humane trap but he fought so mightily to escape
that he split his scalp open, thus the name "Scar". I soon
had him neutered and then released him expecting never to see him again.
But he stayed, knowing a sucker when he saw one.
He was doomed to be an outdoor cat all his life because, even though
neutered, he marked his territory with all the ferocity of a firehose.
But he was perfectly happy outside and whenever I'd spend a moment giving
him a good scratch he'd gently grab one of my fingers and give it a soft
chew in appreciation. Man I loved that.
Things began going wrong about two months ago when I noticed he'd lost
weight and was growing noticeably weaker. The diagnosis was Feline Infectious
Peritonitis which is almost always a death sentence.
Goddammit. Thirteen is too young for this shit.
Two weeks ago he'd become so weak that I brought him inside the house,
made him a place of honor and allowed him to eat all he wanted. This
past Sunday afternoon I left to do some quick shopping but when I returned
I found him stretched outin front of the door, as if waiting patiently
for me to come home so that he might share his last breath with the one
who loved him. Which he promptly did.
I've seen cats die before and it's sometimes a traumatic experience,
but Scar just relaxed and let life slip away. I wouldn't have expected
anything else from him.
The photo you see here was taken four days before his death and, even
so, he was still a handsome beast. Even sick and weak he was still the
same happy cat he'd always been, the one who always seemed to say "Hey,
man. No worries. It's all good."
In my back yard grows a large oak tree. Ringing it is a small circle
of stones, each marking the spot of each of my cats final places of rest.
A fresh mound of earth, topped by a spray of dianthus, now cradles Scar's
remains but it's not just a grave. It's a door to another cosmii, one
in which he's with all his friends again.
Run free, little guy.
16, 2018: "I like pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look
down on us. Pigs treat us as equals."
- Winston Churchill
Gratuitous Kittiness: "Oops! My cat broke."
Cat Mewvie: That's a funny looking
Feline Art: "Untitled" by
17, 2018: "God is really only another artist. He invented
the giraffe, the elephant and the cat. He has no real style,
He just goes on trying other things." - Pablo Picasso
Gratuitous Kittiness: She's very fluent in the mother tongue.
Cat Mewvie: Cat Heaven or cat
Art: "In the Canopy" by Danial Ryan.
18, 2018: "Everything I know I learned from my cat:
When you're hungry, eat. When you're tired, nap in a sunbeam.
When you go to the vet's, pee on your owner." - Gary
Gratuitous Kittiness: The new neighbors.
Cat Mewvie: Nora, the concerto
Feline Art: "The
Gang is Ready"
by Peener Pan.
19, 2018: "You never realize how many shortcuts your
computer has until your cat sits on your keyboard." -
Gratuitous Kittiness: "Who dares disturb my poofiness?"
Cat Mewvie: Our kitty pyramid.
Feline Art: "Astral
by A. Husain.
Cat-Party That Wasn't.
by Mohamed Hassan
Om nom nom!
The US embassy in Canberra, Australia, apologized for an accidental email
invite sent by the State Department that featured a picture of a cat
wearing Cookie Monster-themed pajamas.
The email, which included an RSVP option, was titled “meeting” with
a photo of a tabby wearing the adorable PJs holding a plate of chocolate
chip cookies with the words “cat pyjama-jam,” The Guardian
US Mission to Australia public affairs counselor Gavin Sundway joked
that he was “sorry to disappoint” prospective attendees that
the event was outside the mission’s “area of expertise,” according
to the Australian Associated Press.
Sundway attributed the fake invite to a “training error” from
a new staff member testing out the newsletter platform. He insisted that “strong
new management controls” would prevent a repeat of the bizarre
email, The Guardian reported.
The US Embassy in New Zealand joined in on the fun on Twitter, replying, “We
are actually LOLing here in NZ” with a gif of a cat frantically
typing on a keyboard.
The now-famous tabby belongs to Jennifer Stewart, an Australian woman
who regularly dresses up her pets in onesies for her Instagram account
@my_furry_babies, according to Mashable.
Unfortunately, the counselor’s apology also disappointed the feline
at the center of the gaffe. The Instagram account posted a new photo
of the “Cookie Monster” cat captioned that he was “upset
the cat pajama-jam won’t be happening.”