Enthusiastic Cat

This is what looks to be a mutt of a house cat. The above picture is him cooling down after a serious petting and scratching session. He kinda loves the camera, not afraid to strut a bit.

You can see here that this little guy knows how to take a behind the ear scratch real well. He leans right on into it.

Here's a move that a cat will do only when it feels at it's utmost level of comfort. Writhing on the ground like this means, "Pet and scratch me liberally! Now!" Like a dying earthworm on the dry pavement, if earthworms were cuter than hell is.

The Littlest Panther

Here we've got another cautious cat on our hands. I've persuaded him to approach me and sniff my hand, but not much more than that. He rejected all of my attempts at petting and and scratching. He is a bit of a rugged animal, I believe his reluctance to human contact might have something to do with the fact that part of his tail has gone missing. There is a hard nub of bone at the end of his tail, indicating that it was not a clean cut . . . very traumatic to imagine.




Doesn't he resemble a miniature panther?

Enlightened Animal

This cat picture crosses more space and time to reach us than any of the previous. Meaning, this one was taken near 60th and holgate in august.
The white spot on this one's forehead indicates that it may have been some kind of monk or enlightened type in a past life. Or maybe it's life as a pampered house pet is what has bestowed deep mystic teachings on this cat.

Snobby Cat

One day, a cat waltzed on into my place like he lived there.

This is not that cat, I didn't get a picture of him.


I lured this particular cat to my front door later that afternoon. As soon as he got close I grabbed him and took him inside. I figured that he may've lived there before and, well, maybe he would want to be my cat. He was collarless.

He sniffed around cautiously for a good while, a friendly but discerning cat. He turned his tail on me and went ahead with meowing at the front door, a clear sign of rejection. I haven't seen him since, I reckon he might have chosen another human to live with. Snobby cat.

St. Francis

This here is Francis. Maybe named after St. Francis . . . if he were my cat and I'd named him Francis, it would have been after the Saint. He is a large beautiful cat with the personality to match. He has that kinda extraterrestrial latent wildcat gene thing goin on.
He is also a cat boxer.
But Francis enjoys cuddling with humans more than boxing. He's got it down to a cat science.

Suburban Commando Cat

Here we have an evolved animal, a cat who has adapted to life on the sidewalks.

He blends right in with the sidewalk. I might've stepped right on his ass if he hadn't solicited pets from me.

Pretty old man cat

Here's one of my neighbor cats, a little crusty around the eyes but still a good looking little creature. He seemed to be on the latter end of his life time, kinda rickety with a raspy little meow.


I estimate this cat has put in more than a decade of being a solid housecat. Friendlier than fuck.

Invisibility potion

I once read a witchcraft text that contained, among other things, a recipe to make oneself invisible. I remember how it goes, mostly . . . You have to find an all white cat, the kitten of an all white mother. Then you get a big ass pot, the kind with a lid. Make sure the lid is the proper size for the pot! You put some water in the pot, boil the fuck out of it and then stuff in the white cat. Boil all the fur and skin off, then pull out the left leg and suck the marrow out of the bone.

Now you will become invisible.

I'll wager some folks have tried this, enough to make this white cat here real cautious . . . especially around longhairs like myself.

Self conscious animal

Cats tend to be pretty self-conscious little creatures. They get shy when you catch them pooping, they even gotta cover the stuff up. Where they got these developed shit manners from is a mystery to me.

This orange lil' boy here had a bad ear, all flattened and folded forward.


No matter how hard I tried he wouldn't let me get a shot with his bad ear showing. What a proud little shit!

Big Face Cat

It's not very uncommon to encounter friendly cats on the street in southeast Portland neighborhoods. You can get a few good pettings in just on your way to the penny market.

So the streets are teeming with cats, why get so excited about one in particular?

When I see this cat, I get the same feeling that Greek mortals wandering the woods would get when they came upon Artemis washing her divine box in a calm pool of spring water by the moonlight.
The above image is from my first encounter with this fantastic forrest whitaker looking beast.

Here he is, the gettin a scratch.

In the end I think I fell out of favor with him. Gave him too much unwanted attention I guess. Such is the life of an extraordinarily cute house pet.

Attack cat

Before I go ahead with this blog dedicated to the felines I meet in Portland and the pictures I take of them, I'd like to take a moment to pay homage to my own cat friend.

This is Tia (don't ask about the name), he's about eighteen human years old. Here he is looking pleased and comfortable:

And here he is looking morose, the midst of an artful lounging:

This cat has some serious mood swings . . . and some real huge fangs. He put my mom in the hospital twice, a few years back. Sank his teeth so hard into my mother's arm, his big ass fangs punctured through her bone. He bites harder than any other cat I've ever known. A rare specimen, a genetic fluke.

Still he can be a real sweet cat, especially when he's out in the sun.