Arcadia Masonic Temple
We are cat people and we love a good cat show. This cat is a Bengal and we want her.
Pasadena Adjacent Disclaimer: Before you condemn us, realize that the number of high bred cats we’ve paid for is only exceeded by the amount of low bred cats we’ve rescued.
You can read all about the fascinating history of the Bengal cat breed ( a cross between the wild asian snow cat and domesticated breeds) in the pdf file inserted into the post. You can also discover our team members by clicking on PA’s “Research and Development”
I wont thait cait tew.
We canines love a good cat stew, uh, show also. How much did that video cat fetch at the auction??
That Neapolitan style art glass foto on top – is that one of your projects?
Albert is very traumatized by this.
Scout is also traumatized. You can see it in her face. But that might just be that fact that she doesn’t want to pee in the rain.
Oh my gosh.
I’m having futureshock.
Madam G: meow too
Cafe Dog: words out, you live in an apartment with a cat. I love that window. I love that photo of that window. It’s one of two in the Arcadia Masonic Hall. The crowns of past Jobs daughters are also exhibited.
Hiker: So is Peoples. He’s become painfully aware of how important it is to be on my good side.
Margaret: With cats come certain advantages, kitty litter
Jean: Cat shows are a combination of lust and theater. I’ve been to many
Beau is traumatized.
Nice crowns. I want one. Do I have to traumatize someone?
I love cats (and dogs) but I’ve never been to a show of either. That Bengal’s a real beauty. Fascinating history. All cats deserve loving homes, even bred ones, but please tell me the breeding doesn’t lead to kitty mills.
I like the touching. The judges evaluation seems to perform a laying on of hands, hybridizing a veterinary examination and brail, while it might be seen as…kind of sexual, for both animal and the judge, but more for the judge.
I’ve seen these hybrid cats and there are different kinds some striped and some spotted, all magnificent. Absolutely. I was completely awestruck by them. I love watching the judges work with them.
PS Our McBunersons, Francis Keating McTousle, arrived yesterday. He embodies many, many fundamental shapes, depending on what activity he’s engaged in. He can be very long or very compact and everything in between. Endlessly entertaining.
Shanna: As for achieving a masonic related crown, you might end up the one traumatized. I was once told that in order to advance up the Job’s Daughters (Ladder) you had to ride a greased pig for 30 seconds.
Susan C: I found that connection to Felion Lukemia fascinating.
To answer your “mill” question. I think change has occurred from the inside out. Because we now know it’s medically ok to spay/nueter early, breeders no longer release kittens until they’re fixed. I think it was pet stores who drove the puppy mill markets. Another case of insider change, larger chains no longer carrying purebred dogs and cats for profit.
Walter: you picked up on “limpidity” I like it when the judge spreads the cat aloft. It’s so biblical.
PJ: It’s less common now but there was a time when breeders really did up the decor of their cat’s holding pens. Persian owners were especially prone to decorative exaggeration.
My favorite of the hybrids is the Savanah domestic/servil cross (although I prefer the rosette pattern on the Bengals).
congratulations on the bunnylove. Francis is a wonderful name
Re bunster: his previous name was Francis but we are calling him Keating. The McTousle is for the redonk tousle ‘tween his ears, only seen from the backside.
I once had a cat named Trapper who had his own personal covered rubberband, which he loved to fetch. When he returned it he would drop it at my feet with a vocal demand to throw it again. I loved him madly. Cats can be as obsessive as dogs.
That is a beautiful cat. Is this like a wolf-dog?
Love the Bengal – there is/was a woman with a Bengal begging outside Barnes & Nobel in Old Pasadena, and this magnificent cat was totally unfazed by all the crowds and noise. Of course, I gave her money (for the kitty) and bought her photo cards.
LAST CHANCE “ETERNITY FOREVER” 12:00 – 3:30 PM TODAY MOUNTAIN VIEW CEMETERY
Petrea: I actually put this post up in memory of my favoritest cat Tess who died 14 years ago on Dec 17th. She was a fetcher too.
true story: Every morning leading up to Christmas, my mother would find a grape fruit, avocado etc under the tree. A mystery. Then one day I looked at one of the fruits and discovered pin hole marks. Because Tess watched my mother wrap presents at night, then put them under the tree, she started mimicking her. Tess would get up in the middle of the night and pull fruit out from the fruit bowl and put it under the tree. Smart cat. I loved her madly; more then any other.
Linda: Very similar. Actually the term hybrid is a misnomer. Dog is a subspecies of wolf and cat is a subspecies of wild cats. Thus they can interbreed and remain fertile. The first video on the post is a Bengal/asian snow leopard mix, the first video in the comment thread is a Sphynx (no wild blood) and the third is a Savanah/Servil mix.
Bellis: I’ve seen the scenario you speak of several times. There is something not quite right about begging on the street while accompanied by thousand dollar cats. I thought they were Egyptian Maus. They like those small round cuppy ears on the bengal
Those spotted cats are really lovely, but the poor kitty in the last video clip seems to have had a tail transplant. Very chic. I want a rat tail too.
I love the fetching cat. The person playing with it seems to be likely to end up sleeping with the cats.
Sorry, I’m just not a cat guy. It’s always been this or that friend who had a cat that was loving or brilliant or both. But I admit, I’m often amazed at what they can do.
Petrea’s story is great.
Trapper could also converse, but perhaps that’s a different story.
We did have a couple of bengals across the street. One is still there. They did, in fact, traumatize all the other cats in the neighborhood. Our Beau decided to become an indoor cat, going out only when one of us is there.
That’s intimidation for ya. As for riding the pig, I think I’ll forego the crown.
SHANNA HAS BEEN ACTIVELY POSTING SKIES – SWANS – AND QUESTION MARKS
D: Isn’t that weird? I prefer the black skinned Sphynz over the pink skin (to many lab rat associations) This cat has been hanging out at the A Hiker’s. Be nice, his artist owner was murdered and he feels adrift
Jean: agreed. If you watch it through, he definitely comes out as a dog
Banjo52: yes, it’s a hard argument to prove. I’ve only known two animals, that I experienced as having possessed an incredibly high level of intuition (as in being absolutely attuned to their owner). My beloved Siamese cat Tess (the subject of the christmas story) and a dog named India. Her mother was a Queensland Healer and her father an Australian Shepherd.
Petrea: yapper, yowler, squeaker or chirper?
Shanna: Bad Bengals! Bad Bengals! Now we know their true colors when given a little freedom. Kitty thugs.
(why I never joined Jobs daughters)
Trapper was a yapper, mostly. He liked to imitate. Whatever cadence my sentence might have, he’d yap it back to me–same cadence. I’d try a different cadence and he’d imitate it. We could go on like that for as long as I could stand it.
a poem about fetching (dogs)
by Kay Ryan
this is the
rule of dogs
for whom there
are no fools
loop out and
come back is
good all alone.
It’s gravy to
carry a ball
or a bone.
Thank you very much for sharing your wonderful compositions on this blog. Wish you Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! Best wishes. Leovi.
Hey there. Sorry for lack of comments lately… not in much of a mood for blogging lately. You have absolutely NOT said anything offensive!
I did come by when you posted this. Love the cat-handler and the calm and absolutely beautiful cat. I like the way the handler glanced disinterestedly at you a couple of times.
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