Category Archives: Cats

Everybody wants to be a cat;

Yes, being the crazy cat owner, I admit to being susceptible to all things cat, even for accessories! So while my little kitten has her collars, her owner indulges in feline necklaces…

Saw this really pretty vintage cat in Topshop today, it was very awesome in real life.

It is now part of my kitty necklace collection, another one I have which is equally quirky is this Aristocats piece…”Everyone Wants to Be a Cat”.

Everybody Wants to be a Cat - Aristocats necklace

Some other cute ones I saw on Etsy…

Kitten Portrait Cameo Earrings

Above by Imyourpresent. I love her so much. Also I love the real cat behind the brand!

Eg. the ‘Can you find the cat’ game.

Such a great spot, they couldn’t find her for weeks.

Camouflage.

Reposted from Meatball’s blog.

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Ambi…

I thought about the article below, which was rather exciting. I have no idea if my cat is a leftie or a rightie, but since she is rather artistic (ie. she cannot ever make up her mind and writes creative poetry over my keyboard every night), I figure she is a leftie. She also likes it when we change her collars, so I probably knew 8. But I had no idea that cats only meow to humans! Ain’t I the saddest cat owner ever! And I always thought I was pretending to be a cat.

10. Ambidexer-Cat?
You probably never thought about a cat as being either left- or right-pawed, but over 40 percent are either lefties or righties. That means there’s quite a few out there who are ambidextrous. Luckily for them, they can probably operate the can opener with both paws … 

9. Warm or Cold?
Food that is. Cats don’t like their food too hot or too cold. They like it just right. And for them, just right is room temperature, just like their prey would be in the wild. Cats are indeed the Goldilocks of the animal world.

8. In Living Color
Cats see in color, so your new paisley frock in orange, purple, and yellow won’t be lost on them. They also have fantastic night vision, and only need one-sixth of the light humans require to see. So don’t go getting your cat night-vision goggles. 

7. What’s in a Name?
A group of kittens is called a “kindle” (yes, just like that fancy new electronic book device available now), while a group of adult cats is called a “clowder.” 

6. Meow?
We all know the meow sound, whether it’s questioning, scared, happy, or imperiously demanding dinner. Curiously, cats only meow at people, not at other cats. 

5. Four-Legged Mood Rings
Cats are highly intuitive creatures, and they are more than able to pick up your mood, especially from your tone of voice. They know when you’re yelling at them (though they often don’t seem to care). If you need your cat to calm down, try speaking to her in a soothing, loving voice. You’ll be amazed. 

4. Lofty Beginnings
Ever wonder who invented the cat door? It was Sir Isaac Newton. Perhaps he was vexed by his cat wanting in and out all the time and disturbing his work, so he did something about it—much to the relief of cat lovers everywhere. 

3. It’s All in the Fall
Cats really do land on their feet. In fact, they all fall in the same way. First they rotate their head, then twist their spine around, followed by a rear leg alignment and finally they relax into it and arch the back, thus lessening impact. But please, don’t experiment with this at home. Take our word for it. 

2. Baby Machines
Unless you want a “clowder” of cats cluttering your home, spay, and neuter your furry feline. Just one pair of cats and their kittens can produce 420,000 (!) offspring in a mere seven years.

1. Individuality
Like human fingerprints, cats have their own built-in unique tag of telling them apart—their nose! The nose pads of cats are all uniquely ridged, meaning no two are the same. 


All about the cat

From silentfilmstalkies:

“Breakfast at Tiffany’s was on TCM last week, and so I watched it for the bazillionth time, as usual. However, during this particular viewing I realized something that I hadn’t before. I could care less if Audrey and George Peppard end up together at the end. To me, the film reaches its emotional climax not because George and Audrey embrace, but because they have Cat between them.
 
From the moment that the cab scene starts, my stomach is filled with wasps. I know that any moment she’ll be tossing Cat out into the rain. When Cat grabs onto the car, trying desperately and hopelessly to stay in the warm dry cab, the tears start to flow. I don’t think I’ve ever really paid attention to any dialogue that occurs after Cat is thrown out, because I’m screaming at my tv “STOP THE CAR! YOU NEED TO SAVE CAT!” If I could, I’d jump into my tv and look for him myself.
 
If I have one of my cats nearby whilst watching, they are at this point being hugged tightly while I anxiously await the moment when Cat is found.
Normal people are relieved when Audrey shows up in the alley calling for her cat — but not for the same reasons I am. They believe she’s seen the error of her ways; she’s going to let George love her; a happy ending is on the horizon for our newly minted couple. But for me, and crazy cat ladies across the globe, it’s ALL ABOUT THE CAT.
 
Honestly, this is the whole movie. Holly’s husband, brother, fiance? All totally inconsequential to Breakfast at Tiffany’s. It’s about the cat. Sally Tomato, the 5 and dime robbery, Patricia Neal? They mean squat. It’s all about the cat. It’s all just leading up to that one super-charged emotional moment when Audrey scoops Cat up in her arms and gives her a “I should never have tossed you out of the cab, you wonderful feline” gigantic smooshy hug.
 
And THAT makes it a happy ending. George could have slipped and fell in the rain, got hit by a cab and ended up in the ER right before the credits rolled. As long as Cat is out of the rain, and reunited with Audrey Hepburn, I’m a happy camper.”


Ann Siang Hill & Club Street Revisited

I had been thinking of traipsing round the Club Street area to find Books Actually, a quaint little books hideout I have written about. However, to my surprise, they have changed homes once again, to Tiong Bahru! Ah. But I found these old photographs by timelessbeauty to reminisce a little about Ann Siang Hill & Club Street, due a visit soon, and to new beginnings in Tiong Bahru.

The “THEN NOW NEXT” exhibition at the Fred Perry Laurel Wreath Shop (23rd April – 22nd May). A visual art exhibition, this display features stories and personal items from 18 individuals – ZOUK, JUICE, :phunk, Tracy Philips, Kenny & Karen from Books Actually, etc – who have shaped the local art scene in one way or another.

And I am crazy about thrift shops. Reminds me of the little Nottings Hill markets and Brick Lane on weekend! Hippies dot the streets playing Beatles somethings with bright colours and a light spirit.

Can’t wait to bring you to Books Actually when you arrive, Irving…

I’m recently thinking of going into books on the jazz and beat generations…and actually starting on Jack Kerouac that Diego used to be so fond of.

They have a bookshop cat. One of my favourite things about the shop.

And on their facebook page, the facebook administrators are named as the bookshop lemur, the bookshop cat, bookshop hamster…I expect to meet all these exciting personalities.

Only problem, the books are always quite overpriced. And there are other ways to get them from Abebooks or Books Depository, which is what I do as I can be a Waiter (with my bow, heh). Problem is, when I do possess something, I never get round to reading it (thus the very precious collection on my shelf). I figured out its useful for when people ask me about what I will do on a desert island, one day if I retire after becoming a japanese violinist’s wife, if I am banished for comments about the state to a faroff place featured only in Joseph Conrad’s book, or simply if a kindred soul like Irving sits down to read with me.

The books not on my shelf (ie. shining and gleaming in Books Actually) always seem more tempting. But I only buy the books I know I will really, really love. Isn’t that a bit of a self contradiction? It is a bit like the way I fall in love with people/things who will never love me unconditionally back. Like my cat.

(photos all from Books Actually)

A flashback to the past…Books Actually’s old home at Club Street…

And its new roost! 

 

BooksActually (est. 2005) is an independent bookstore specialising in Literature. We publish and distribute books under Math Paper Press. We also hand-stitch notebooks and produce stationery under Birds & Co. BooksActually is now housed at a charming new location, in the heart of the country’s most beloved neighbourhood.

T h e  L A U N C H.
at № 9 Yong Siak Street,
in the heart of Tiong Bahru.

Operating Hours :
Weekdays  11am – 9pm
Saturday  10am – 9pm
Sunday  10am – 6pm

The Beat Generation
 
+ Jack Kerouac
+Allen Ginsberg
+ William S. Burroughs
+ Neal Cassady
 
The meowmies are named Cake and Pico. Darlings, I KNOW you both have read more books than I might have in my lifetime secretly at night. But I will keep it a secret just for you.
 
 
 
A shared with me the below link and told me that the girl really reminds him of me, haha!
 
One of my favourite scenes of all time. I picture my domestic life to be like that.
 
A Woman is A Woman (Une Femme est Une Femme) 

by Jean-Luc Godard
 
I also really want this book called The Flavour Thesaurus. So I can mess them up and confuse you, Irving.
 
When I was a child, I wanted to make my mother a Mothers Day lunch, but the only thing I could make at age 5 was instant noodles. So I made her a pack, added lots of soy sauce and little peanuts, and poked in several Christmas sugar canes (the red white ones) for good measure. I told her to lick the peppermint with every spoon of soup.
 
I will either be a very, very good wife or an extremely bad one. I don’t think I can ever stand to be banal.
 
 
 
 
 
 
But I hate rhubarb. Aargh!!

Pleated Moitie

It is election weekend, which is terribly exciting! I have been panda-eyed all week from the rallies and videos! I think this has made out to be one of the most exciting elections season as yet, especially with the impact of new media.

I shall not discuss my votes and preferences, since this blog is not meant to be vaguely political or even serious, at all.

Instead lets indulge in superficial frivolities, haha!

Like this sailor hat I am actually contemplating to get for Tempura. N, my new roommate (old now, after two weeks) says he thinks it is scary the way cat owners anthromorphize cats. I love having N by my side, by the way. He is awesome. Irving – he is like W, he is minimalist in style and sense, we talk happily about photography, he has this stunning 1950s Leica, it is so comfortable talking to him in the midst of work. He is the buddy who makes my work bearable. But no one can replace you, Irving, so no worries.

Little Sailor

Little Sailor

Little Sailor

This Sailor went to sea-sea-sea
to see what she could see-see-see
but all that she could see-see-see
Was a hat and collar just for she!

The first cat looks like Ophelia. I was actually meant to adopt this adorable black and brown kitten, whom I named my little Ophelia, when I visited C to get a kitten. But she always seemed to be hiding from me, and it was little Tempura who came to rub her nose into my palm. So it was little affectionate Tempura who cried ‘wee wee wee’ all the way home.

Also in love with this new book that I got from Books Actually, this overpriced, but quaint bookstore in Singapore. I love their artbooks collection, and I think Soon Lee must be a really cool dude to have built up such a gorgeous collection. And I really like Henri Cartier-Bresson too.

The book, “Creative Spaces – Urban Homes of Artists and Innovaters” is a stunning piece of the living spaces of milk-toof like artists, and short little interviews with them. I love picking the minds of artists and writers, which explains my fondness for the Paris Reviews. They are so fun!

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Creative Space

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The rooms are all rather pop-culture-ish, which is not really my design aesthetic, but boy do they tell intriguing stories.

Haphazard beauty.

Also got a copy of Vogue Living. Another gorgeous edition, and the living spaces are smoky, pensive and romantic. The house below is owned by David Bromley.

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What will it be like growing up in such a home?

Sigh.

On another jumpy note, thanks to Karmen, who had remembered, I found my dream dress this week! It was the dress which first got me into EGL, and for years I have been searching for it, and it has always been my favourite Moi meme Moitie creation.

It is actually a very simple navy/black pleated creation with the signature Moitie Renaissance sleeves, but I have a certain fondness for it being the first dress I fell in love with from Moitie. It is not a really popular dress, but I had been hoping to find it for 6 years. Thank you Karmen for finding my dream dress for me!~ ^-^

I feel happier this week, more at home with myself.

BLAME IT ON THE BOSSA NOVA.

Romancing life.

My life is running like a perpetual calender.

Vintage Perpetual Calendar No. 4

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince:

“And sure enough, a moment later there was a knock on the back door. Mrs. Weasley jumped up and hurried to it; with one hand on the doorknob and her face pressed against the wood she called softly, “Arthur, is that you?” “Yes,” came Mr. Weasley’s weary voice. “But I would say that even if I were a Death Eater, dear. Ask the question!” “Oh, honestly …” “Molly!” “All right, all right … What is your dearest ambition?” “To find out how airplanes stay up.” Mrs. Weasley nodded and turned the doorknob, but apparently Mr. Weasley was holding tight to it on the other side, because the door remained firmly shut. “Molly! I’ve got to ask you your question first!” “Arthur, really, this is just silly. …” “What do you like me to call you when we’re alone together?” Even by the dim light of the lantern Harry could tell that Mrs. Weasley had turned bright red; he himself felt suddenly warm around the ears and neck, and hastily gulped soup, clattering his spoon as loudly as he could against the bowl. “Mollywobbles,” whispered a mortified Mrs. Weasley into the crack at the edge of the door.”

Vintage Art Chart - Forest Animals

Vintage Wooden Egg Cup Girl Set

Vintage Chemical Bottle with Glass Stopper

Pretty mysteries from Littledot, Etsy

“Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.” – Oscar Wilde
 
“Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.” — Oscar Wilde (The Critic as Artist)
 
“The growth of intimacy is like that. First one gives off his best picture, the bright and finished product mended with bluff and falsehood and humor. Then more details are required and one paints a second portrait, and a third—before long the best lines cancel out—and the secret is exposed at last; the planes of the pictures have intermingled and given us away, and though we paint and paint we can no longer sell a picture. We must be satisfied with hoping that such fatuous accounts of ourselves as we make to our wives and children and business associates are accepted as true.” – The Beautiful and the Damned
 
I love the track below…so heartening! Iwant to have a cocktail party, now…
 
 
Adalbert Lutter – Beim ersten Kuss (1936)  
 
 
Irving, I want to tell you this most – “Chicks and ducks and geese better scurry…when I take you out in the Surrey with the fringe on top…”
 
Nicotine, Jane Birkin
 
 
 
I never write down my dreams, I’m afraid it will encourage them.

Literary cats;

There are cats and cats. – Denis Diderot
 
Patricia Highsmith with “Ripley”
 
 W.H. Auden with “Pangur”
“Pangur, white Pangur, How happy we are
Alone together, scholar and cat.” 
 
 Aldous Huxley with “Limbo”
 
“No man ever dared to manifest his boredom so insolently as does a Siamese tomcat when he yawns in the face of his amorously importunate wife.” – Aldous Huxley
Sylvia Plath with “Daddy”
“And I a smiling woman. 
I am only thirty. 
And like the cat I have nine times to die.”
Doris Lessing with “Black Madonna”

 
 Samuel Beckett with “Murphy” and “Watt”

 
 
 Mark Twain with “Huckleberry”
 
George Bernard Shaw with “Pygmalion”

 
 William Carlos Williams with “Adam and Eve”
 
As the cat
by William Carlos Williams
As the cat
climbed over
the top of

the jamcloset
first the right
forefoot

carefully
then the hind
stepped down
into the pit of
the empty
flowerpot

 
 Gore Vidal with “Caligula”

 
 Randall Jarrell with “Little Friend”
 
Edward Gorey with “Harp, Brown and Company”

 
 Ezra Pound with his three cats (also tried for high treason after the war)

 
Tame Cat
by Ezra Pound
It rests me to be among beautiful women
Why should one always lie about such matters?
I repeat:
It rests me to converse with beautiful women
Even though we talk nothing but nonsense,

The purring of the invisible antennae
Is both stimulating and delightful.  

 
 Ernest Hemingway with “Nick”

 
Ernest Hemingway had an affinity for many things, his feline companions being one of them. The “Hemingway Cat,” or polydactyl, is a feline that, instead of the normal 18 toes, has six or more toes on the front feet and sometimes an extra toe on the rear. Hemingway had many talents and interests. He was an extreme cat-lover because he admired the spirit and independence of the species. He acquired his first feline from a ship’s captain in Key West, Florida, where he made his home for many years. Today, around 60 felines live at the Ernest Hemingway Museum and Home in Key West. They are protected by the terms left in his will.  
 
 
 Raymond Chandler with “Big Sleep”

 
 Truman Capote with “Tiffany”

 
“She was still hugging the cat. “Poor slob,” she said, tickling his head, “poor slob without a name. It’s a little inconvenient, his not having a name. But I haven’t any right to give him one: he’ll have to wait until he belongs to somebody. We just sort of took up by the river one day, we don’t belong to each other: he’s an independent, and so am I. I don’t want to own anything until I know I’ve found the place where me and things belong together. I’m not quite sure where that is just yet. But I know what it’s like.” She smiled, and let the cat drop to the floor. “It’s like Tiffany’s,” she said.” 

Elizabeth Bishop with “Minnow”
Lullaby for the Cat
by Elizabeth Bishop

Minnow go to sleep and dream,
Close your great big eyes:
Round your bed Events prepare
The pleasentest surprise.

Darling Minnow, drop that frown,
Just cooperate.
Not a kitten shall be drowned
In the Marxist State.

Joy and Love will both be yours,
Minnow, don’t be glum.
Happy days are coming soon –
Sleep, and let them come . . .

Churchill with “Marmelade”

While many bits of trivia might be known about Winston Churchill, his love of felines isn’t necessarily one of them. Nevertheless, he owned several cats and, during his later years, was particularly fond of Jock, who was a “ginger tom” (a “marmalade cat”). During his time as PM, his best-known cat was a grey called Nelson. During a dinner at the PM’s country residence, Chequers, American war correspondent Quentin Reynolds noted Churchill as saying: “Nelson is the bravest cat I ever knew. I once saw him chase a huge dog out of the Admiralty. I decided to adopt him and name him after our great Admiral.” During dinner, Reynolds noted, “When Mrs. Churchill was not looking, the Prime Minister sneaked pieces of salmon to Nelson.” There were even rumors that Nelson sat in with his master during Cabinet meetings, and Churchill once told a colleague that Nelson was doing more than he was for the war effort.
 
Allen Ginsberg with “Howl”
“I saw the best cats of my generation destroyed by madness.”
 
 Jack Kerouac with “Tyke”
 “Holding up my 
purring cat to the moon 
I sighed.”
 
 William S. Burroughs with “Junkie”
Charles Bukowski with “Factotum”
The History Of One Tough Motherfucker
by Charles Bukowski (last verse)
I shake the cat, hold him up in 
the smoky and drunken light, he’s relaxed he knows… 
it’s then that the interviews end 
although I am proud sometimes when I see the pictures 
later and there I am and there is the cat and we are photo- 
graphed together. 
he too knows it’s bullshit but that somehow it all helps.
 
 Don Delillo with “Mao II”

 
Hermann Hesse with “Narciss”
Jorge Luis Borges with “Aleph”
 
Julio Cortázar with “Bestiario”

 
 Alberto Moravia with “Agostino”

 
 Jospeh Brodsky with “Urania”
Haruki Murakami with Kafka

 
 André Bazin with “Chaplin”

 
 Louis-Ferdinand Céline with “Mea Culpa”
Françoise Sagan with “Brahms”
Jean-Paul Sartre with “Nothing”
 
Albert Camus with “Stranger”
Jaques Derrida with “Logos”
“Logos, a living, animate creature, is thus also an organism that has been engendered. An organism: a differentiated body proper, with a center and extremities, joints, a head, and feet.”   (Jaques Derrida, Plato’s Pharmacy)
 
 Michel Foucault with “Insanity”
 
Robert Frost
The cat comes into the room.
I put the cat out.
The cat comes in again.
(Robert Frost)
 
The Ad-dressing of Cats
by T.S. Eliot 

You've read of several kinds of Cat,
And my opinion now is that 
You should need no interpreter 
To understand their character.
You now have learned enough to see
That Cats are much like you and me
And other people whom we find
Possessed of various types of mind.
For some are same and some are mad
And some are good and some are bad
And some are better, some are worse--
But all may be described in verse.
You've seen them both at work and games,
And learnt about their proper names,
Their habits and their habitat:
But how would you ad-dress a Cat?

So first, your memory I'll jog,
And say:  A CAT IS NOT A DOG.

And you might now and then supply
Some caviare, or Strassburg Pie,
Some potted grouse, or salmon paste--
He's sure to have his personal taste.
(I know a Cat, who makes a habit
Of eating nothing else but rabbit,
And when he's finished, licks his paws
So's not to waste the onion sauce.)
A Cat's entitled to expect
These evidences of respect.
And so in time you reach your aim,
And finally call him by his NAME.

So this is this, and that is that:
And there's how you AD-DRESS A CAT.
 
 

Jean Gaumy

 
Beautiful pictures from writersandkitties, entry shared from Weimarart

I feel terribly ashamed. I should rename my poor cat, who was ruined to a life of cuteness with a name like Tempura! I should rename her, or add a sassy surname, like Tempura Trenchett, to regain her literary dignity.

 How will she feel if she ever had to come across Jean Paul Sartre’s ghost of a cat, “Nothing”!

 I only wish I thought of the idea first.


Cat on chopsticks

Anticipation for the feline is a very adorable thing.