Caturday came and went, smug as always, with the cats preening like they own the joint (and to be fair, they probably do). But now the dogs have stormed the gates, demanding their turn. They insist Sunday belongs to them, and frankly, have you ever tried arguing with a Labrador who thinks democracy means “fetch until collapse”? So here we are: Sunday, split down the middle. Cats glaring from the back of the sofa like minor royals forced to mingle with the peasants, while dogs skid across hardwood floors, ears flapping like busted parachutes. Every household is currently a Cold War between the aloof and the overeager. This is your chance to document the madness: cats who plot from the shadows, dogs who weaponize drool, or any creature who believes the couch is a throne and you are but their valet. Extra credit if you catch the rare détente—cat and dog curled up together, pretending they’re not sworn enemies until breakfast. Post your tyrants, loafers, divas, and bed-hogs. The stage is y...

You think gossip columnists knew the dirt in old Hollywood? They were amateurs. Hedda Hopper, Louella Parsons — they only wrote what the studios allowed. The real witness was the cat on the lot. Black fur, green eyes, tail like a cigarette trail. He saw everything. He wasn’t on the payroll. No one fed him except the grip who liked to sneak scraps from the commissary. He was just there, perched on rafters, weaving between cables, sleeping in director’s chairs, when the real director stumbled off set to throw up gin. The cat saw producers pawing at ingénues in dressing rooms. He saw directors melt down in bourbon-soaked rants, screaming about art in the middle of a picture that was already doomed. He saw stars rehearse their fake smiles in mirrors before cameras rolled, the grin tightening like a noose once the makeup dried. Every morning, he slinked across the soundstage like he owned it, winding between tripods and boom mics, silent as the secrets he carried. The sound men called him b...

  Every town has them. The vet office cat who slinks around like a mob boss. The library cat curled up on the biographies, silently judging you for checking out a romance novel. The shop cat who “greets” customers by staring directly through them.  They’re not pets. They’re employees. Unpaid, untrained, irreplaceable. And unlike your human coworkers, they can’t be fired. A working cat doesn’t apply for the job—it just shows up, clocks in with a nap, and dares anyone to argue. At the vet, they’re emotional support for nervous owners—and psychological warfare for the dogs trembling in plastic carriers. Dogs come in wagging their tails, leave with their dignity in tatters because Mr. Whiskers stared at them like a loan shark. “Nice kneecaps, shame if something happened.” In libraries, they’re mascots and archivists, curling up on open dictionaries like living punctuation. They are scholars of dust and silence, connoisseurs of sun-warmed windowsills. Patrons think they’re sweet. T...

Cats are the aristocrats of the domestic kingdom. You don’t own them. You apply for residency in their palace, and if you’re lucky, they grant you probationary butler status. The vetting process is ruthless but disguised as charm: Can you open a can on command? Will you abandon your nap to play or offer a fishy treat? Are you willing to sleep in a position that requires spinal realignment to avoid disturbing them? If you pass these tests, you will live the rest of your days serving a small, fuzzy monarch who sometimes murders socks and delivers them to you like a hunting trophy. Breed is irrelevant—Bengals, Persians, shelter enigmas—they all know they are the reincarnation of Cleopatra, lounging on your furniture as though it were a throne and surveying their kingdom with bored contempt. They tolerate your presence because you keep the kibble flowing and the lap warm. Occasionally, they reward you with a slow blink, which is the feline equivalent of a papal blessing. Today is their day...

  There is no such thing as a Black Panther. That’s what the biologists will tell you. And technically, they’re right. "Black panther" is not a distinct species. It’s a title, like a crown passed down through bloodlines and shadows. The name is used to describe melanistic leopards in Asia and Africa and melanistic jaguars in the Americas. The sleek black coat comes from a recessive gene mutation that causes an excess of dark pigment, cloaking the animal in what looks like pure midnight. But look closely, and you’ll see the ghost of rosettes hiding beneath the darkness—a secret print on a secretive animal. They are not the norm. They are not common. And that’s precisely the point. Black panthers are nature’s rare rebellion. The statistical anomaly that survived. Like the underdog who didn’t just make it out of the gutter, but did so in silk and silence. Most people have never seen one. Not in the wild. Not even in zoos. Melanism is rare: about 11% of leopards and jaguars carry...

  I wrote years and years ago during a harrowing chapter in my life. Since some of you liked my noir writing. I will share this one with you. I hope you like it.    THE FERAL CAT UPSTAIRS:
 A Noir Confessional in 9 Lives or Less!  I’ve never seen him, not clearly.
A silhouette, once—on the landing. Shadow on shadow, staring back like he knew all my secrets and none of my boundaries. He blinked once. Slowly. The universal cat sign for you are beneath me but useful. Then he was gone.  We call him “Upstairs,” like a ghost or a rumor.
 He doesn’t meow. He doesn’t purr. He thuds. Late at night, just as you’re drifting off or trying to decide if carbs are still the enemy, he makes his move. A heavy-footed gallop across the ceiling like he’s chasing God or dodging rent.  I’ve questioned my sanity, naturally.
 Asked the neighbors, the landlord, the moon. No one claims him. No one feeds him. No one has ever seen a litter box. And yet the scratching continues. T...

  If you’ve ever looked at your housecat and thought, "I wish this fur-covered decorative pillow had the wild, pulsing energy of a jungle predator and the self-esteem of a Hollywood publicist," allow me to introduce you to the Bengal. They are the feline equivalent of a panther in designer leopard print, with the soul of a chaotic neutral sorcerer. A Bengal cat is what happens when an Asian leopard cat has a fling with a domestic feline, and their descendants collectively agree to never calm down. Ever.  Bengals are, quite frankly, almost too beautiful. Their coats shimmer with something called "glitter," a genetic feature that makes them glisten in the light like they’ve just returned from a spa day with the moon. Spotted or marbled, they strut through your home like 90s megamodels with knives for feet. Their eyes, often electric green or gold, don’t just look at you—they audit your life choices.   Take SukiCat , for example: an online Bengal goddess who travels ...

  Imagine a calico cat draped across a sun-warmed wall in Santorini. Behind her, the Aegean shimmers with timeless indifference. Tourists pause to photograph her, drawn to her poise, her insouciance. She remains unmoved.This is not a pet, nor an accessory. She is a living emblem of ancient autonomy—not waiting to be claimed, not interested in your approval. She may grant you a moment of her presence. She may not. Either way, you’ll remember her. The domestic cat’s arrival in Greece likely occurred through maritime trade routes, with Egyptian and Phoenician sailors inadvertently delivering feline emissaries to the Mediterranean. Though not formally deified in Greek antiquity, cats occupied a quiet yet meaningful space in the rural and monastic consciousness. Byzantine monks welcomed their company—and their utility. A cat, after all, preserved sacred scrolls more efficiently than any scripture. In this setting, emotional support was not sentimentalized. It was implicit, reciprocal, a...

Bhutan has seen a remarkable 27% increase in its tiger population since 2015, with the latest survey estimating the presence of 131 tigers in the country. This significant conservation success is attributed to the country's long-term commitment to preserving its natural environment, including maintaining over half of its land under forest cover. The increase in tiger numbers is the result of a collective effort involving the Royal Government of Bhutan, non-governmental organizations such as WWF-Bhutan and The Bhutan Tiger Center. These have all played a crucial role in monitoring and researching the tiger population, leading to new insights and the discovery of tigers in regions not previously known to host them. Globally, the tiger population has also seen a significant increase in recent years. As of 2023, the Global Tiger Forum estimates the population of wild tigers to be around 5,574, which is a 74% increase since 2010 when the population was at an all-time low of about 3,200 ...

The Holiday Season has a hooker worn out. My kids are off from school, and with my son home, I needed to spend all my extra time with each of them. I didn't write much, but I have an article for next week on Caturday as usual. I will work on one for the Pups. My next Cafe article will be about budget fast meals and what to stock in your pantry. I hope for the celebrity news to get juicy again. So much Taylor Swift/koven/reality stars news is everywhere. I will be back with my article, some serious and some light. Don't worry, we will keep this place going. We are here to stay. You all are a treasure in my life. Love to each one of you, and I mean everyone. 

                                   Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas! 

This week, I found a cute video to share. This holiday season is busier than normal, so I will post what I can on Caturdays to keep Kitty Corner at the manor open for business. What intelligent things do your cats do? I have one that opens doors and has figured out how to get to the treats for cats and dogs. I had to put a lock on the door, or else she would feed the pets treats like a benevolent treat goddess. 

Breed: American Shorthair is a breed, not a domestic mixed breed. These are purebred cats that are bred by breeders and have a strong, remarkable tabby pattern round faces and are silver and black. They do come in other colors but show cats are mostly the pattern and color of the cat above.  Tabby cats are not a specific breed but rather a description of their characteristic markings. The term "tabby" refers to a cat's coat pattern and has nothing to do with breed. The tabby pattern is the most common pattern seen in domestic cats and can appear in many different breeds with a surprising amount of variation. Tabbies can be brown, gray, orange, or even black, and their markings include stripes, spots, whorls, and bands. They typically have a "M"-shaped mark on their foreheads. There are five main tabby coat patterns:  Classic Tabby: The Classic Tabby has stripes on its face and head, with swirls of darker color on a lighter base throughout the body. These swirls ...

Pallas's cats, also known as manuls, are fascinating creatures with unique behaviors and characteristics. These tiny wild cats are perfectly adaptable to the harsh conditions of their habitat, including montane grasslands and Central Asia steppes. They are small wild cats with long and dense light grey fur and rounded ears set low on the sides of the head. They have a stocky posture and appear stout and plush due to their long, thick coat, which helps protect them in their frosty habitat. Their head-to-body length ranges from 46 to 65 cm (18-25 inches) with a 21 to 31 cm(8-12 inch) long bushy tail, weighing 2.5 to 4.5 kg (5 to 9 lbs). Suppose you are looking for Pallas's cats. In that case, you can find them in Asian countries like Nepal, China, Iran, and Mongolia, primarily in hilly areas and steppes with rocky outcroppings between 9,000 and 13,000 feet. Their habitat has little rainfall and low humidity, and they cannot live in deep, loose snow areas. The Pallas cat has the l...

For Thanksgiving, I decided to write about cats and Native Americans, and I will write a similar post for pups tomorrow. I wanted to know the significance of cats in their culture and was surprised by some things, not others. Cats are such awesome creatures; it should come as no surprise that they are revered and feared all around the world. Today, I offer the history of cats in Native American culture.  Felines have held significant meaning in Native American culture, with various tribes attributing spiritual and symbolic importance to them. For many tribes, cats were deeply spiritual and sacred, representing independence, guardian energy, Eros, the esoteric, and mystery. Cats were seen as guardians and were associated with independence and mystery, reflecting the spiritual beliefs and values of the tribes. However, not all tribes harbored positive feelings for cats. The Oglala tribe avoided cats, believing they had the power to place horrible curses on those who crossed their pat...

This week was busy, so I thought it would highlight one of my favorite Big Cat channels. Luna the Pantera. This is a video of her from a baby born in a zoo to a home with a loving family. I watch it with captions to understand the Russian. Luna, as a cub, is just like a little kitten, and it is sweet to watch. 

My friends have been pushing me to get back into rescue for the last several years, but I simply haven't had the time with 4 human kittens and 6 pets of our own, not including the horses and barn cats. After talking to my family (who are so excited, and the husband used to help me, so he is all for it) and thinking about it, I am going to put together a rescue for pregnant kitty and puppy mamas and their babies. If I can hire some full-time staff, I would expand it to include rabbits, farm animals, and horses. I have the space, resources, and heart; all I needed was the will.  It is going to take me about a year or so to organize and get a spot in my house ready, but with the wars going on and feeling helpless to do anything, I finally have the will. I have to help the world in some way, and it starts with my passion-animals. I will share some photos with you of the newborns and let you know how they progress.  So, in that vein, I thought a post about a true hero, The Kitten L...

I figured, why not show some good-looking men with cats? It was a chore, I tell you. Looking at ripped abs and biceps. Horrible. Perusing photos all week nearly did me in, but I survived. Now, these guys aren't necessarily my types, but I tried to add a lot of types. I was going to do ten but fuck that; if we are going to objectify some men, then let's do this right. I will put numbers under the photos so you can pick which ones you would love to receive as an early Christmas/Birthday/Everyday gift. Be greedy. I have the imaginary power to make this happen, so choose wisely .  2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 Number 13 got edited wrong sorry vet guy.