In Vancouver, my commute to work involves walking about 10 blocks. And the best part about it is that there's a bunch of kitties that I may be lucky to see and pat along the way. I know most of them by name, and those I don't, i just make up names for them. That squinty one in the photo above? I call her Magnolia after the huge magnolia blossoms I first photographed her under.These are the cats I know . . .
This is Mr. Mittens. (yes, that is his real name - I only wish I made that up)
Liam - a Scottish Fold. A rare sighting, he tends to keep to himself.
Liam's wife, and Mr. Mittens mom.
This is Bishop. I just photographed him today smiling in the sun. As we were chatting, another kitty-friend came round and flopped down.
Then they had a little cat-fight.
Then they were friends again. 
This is Dom. You'll see him roaming around on Main St. Sometimes I invite him up to visit my studio. Lucky me!
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I make up names for cats, too. When I was on the farm I made friends with a black cat that I named Black Cat. Usually the names I give them are directly related to their appearance. There is a cat that lives accross the street from me right now and I call him Big Orange. I took a picture of him when I first moved in but I hadn't been writing in my blog until today so I'll post the picture of him soon.
Tee-hee! How very cool that you have posted a blog with photos of my cats! Yes indeed, that is Mr. Mittens, Liam, and Mr. Mitten's Grandma, Dolly. (My other cat, Lily, who is Mr. Mitten's mother, didn't make the cut-as I expect you didn't get a photo of her as she's skittish.) Found out about this post as my fried who reads your blog told me today that she recognized my cats on a blog so I had to look up your site! Love it! And yes, you are a cat afficianado, since you recognize the Scottish Fold breed. Hooray for all us cat-folks! We rock.
I love that you have so many neighbourhood cats! I'm jealous! There was one that owned a corner in my 'hood, everyone knew him by name. Then one day the owners put up a notice that he had passed away and over the next few days a little shrine developed on his corner - flowers and cat toys and notes. It was really sweet. Sad, but wonderful to know a cat could mean so much to so many strangers.
Cheshire Moon: YES! Mell just told me yesterday that those are your cats - LOVE that! I always walk past your house hoping to see your kitties. Totally cat stalking!
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