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Here's a real pretty orange furred, yellow eyed, vital and wily young cat.
He has a wonderful coat, a vaguely wild looking pattern of orange hues. 
We caught up with this regal looking cat right in the middle of his sunbathing session. Not something Portland cats get to enjoy regularly! We see him here basking in the sun's rays, while simultaneously taking advantage of the cool stored in the concrete.
All photos in this one by Jess Ackerman
Due to an influx of visitors, Portland Pussy has been on hiatus. I mean an influx of visitors to me, personally, not visitors to the site . . . More cats are on they way.
Here is possibly the most charming cat that I've encountered so far.
His name is Aleister Meowley.
He ran right up to me as I was passing his house on my way to the market.
This is when he decided to give the camera a good sniffing.
I encountered Mr. Meowley's owner shortly after our photo session. She claimed that Aleister had just shown up years earlier and chose her as his person friend . . . just like a witch's familiar.
I've got a real big soft spot for geriatric cats. They tend to be mellow and are beacons for that mysterious thing that I simply refer to as 'cat wisdom.' This particular cat seemed like a rickety barge, if the sidewalks and streets were rivers and cats were boats. He also lacked a tail, adding to his general beat upness.
This wonderful mid-meow photograph was taken by my housemate and friend, Dennis Foster, who has joined my crusade to take pictures of cats.
Here it is in action! 
Sometimes you get a little backlash for the ruse, you lose some of the cat's trust.
Cats can be divided into two rough categories: cats that will approach you and cats that'll run away from you. I believe this cat falls into the latter category.
He was generally unreceptive to my usual cat overtures and it really seemed like he would have liked to have run off under the porch where he could be left alone until I moved on. But due to laziness and feline pride, he was unwilling to expend the energy needed to relocate.
He didn't move, he just gave me a look that said, "I'm an old cat, give me a break."
His name is Aleister Meowley.
He ran right up to me as I was passing his house on my way to the market.
This is when he decided to give the camera a good sniffing.
I encountered Mr. Meowley's owner shortly after our photo session. She claimed that Aleister had just shown up years earlier and chose her as his person friend . . . just like a witch's familiar.
This wonderful mid-meow photograph was taken by my housemate and friend, Dennis Foster, who has joined my crusade to take pictures of cats.
Another housecat to the bone. I had tried earlier this week to take his picture, but he was camera shy and preferred hiding under cars instead. After a week of rejection he finally softened up to me.
And of course, it was only because he wanted something from me. He led me to the steps of the quad plex house he lives in and asked me to let him in. 
Sorry Mr. Cat, but that shit isn't happening.
