Archive for the ‘Cats in windows’ Category

Extreme case of ‘the ignorings’

April 3, 2008

Whenever I see a cat sitting behind a window, I try to get his or her attention. This usually results in high degrees of being ignored. It had been a while, but recently I saw a cat that made ignoring an art. Unfortunately, I only have two pictures to prove it, but I hope you can feel the disdain creeping upon you from the screen:

“The side of the window is very interesting, much unlike you.”

Don’t see it yet? Here is a close-up:


His ear is cocked my way, so I just know I’m in the peripheral vision. And the most severe case of peripheral, intent, utterly concentrating on ignoring case, you can see after the jump.


Another window cat

October 20, 2007

I was talking to a cat that was lying in a window-sill, and at first he was like:

Say whah!

But once he got used to me, it was more like:

I see your point

However, when I told him I quite like dogs as well, it was back to:

Kitty dog shock

And it was all “talk to the hand” from there:


A cat in a window

August 20, 2007

A while ago, I posted Cats ‘n windows – part 1. I feel that Cats in windows should become a whole new category, so in honour of this bold decision, I’ll post a new window cat. And a very pretty and ignoring-y to boot!

The old staring-just-past-me-and-ignoring-me routine

The classic what-the-hell-are-you-looking-at schtick

Looking at my huge feet causes a feline shock…

Ignoring en profile
…from which she never really recovered.

Cats ‘n windows – part 1

July 17, 2007

Lately, I have been shamelessly taking pictures of cats that are sitting in windows. Behind glass. In their houses. I really feel like a stalker and/or social deviant when I invade peoples privacy, but I wouldn’t feel compelled to do if they didn’t have such nice cats. So essentially it’s their own fault.

And now, the result of my bad behaviour:

My neighbour cats always come up to the window when I pass it.

“Whaddaya want now neighbour, a cup of sugar?”

This grey cat looked at me for one second, and never looked back:

Getting in touch with your inner lion.

“O, come on, leave me be.”

These last cat pictures were taken with permission of the owner, so no privacy violations here! Although Mimi looks like she has never had something this awful happen to her. Ever.

“OMG, I’m soooo uncomfortables.”

The art of ignoring people (by cats and by me)

February 5, 2007

There is a cat living in my neighbourhood, that gives you a look of the utmost disdain when you pass him. He’s never outside, but always sits in the bay window of his house. Yes, I do consider it HIS house. He does not show his face that much, so when I do catch him I give him a little staredown. He always wins. It is one of the most arrogant cats you can image. Since coming face to face is quite hard (the bay window is a few feet above street level), I sometimes climb on a little wall to look him straight in the eyes. Last time, I took a camera with me while standing in the wall. Besides being stared at by quite a few pedestrians and concerned neighbours, the cat seemed upset about it as well:

Look of disdain

Ignoring you

The last picture is a pure, perfect example of the art of ignoring lesser species like humans, that cats and other felines have mastered better than any other living organism in the universe. After assessing me and deciding that I was not worthy of any more attention, he just stared to the street tiles. Far more interesting of course. I love him!


I had a great Sunday yesterday. You know how you have wonderful days that just zip by, or mind-numbing ones where everything goes wrong that just won’t go away? Well, Sunday was a combination of the best of both worlds. It was really nice weather, my boyfriend and I slept in,  but not to much, had a long and relaxing brunch, took a stroll, watched the lovely film Rushmore, played Wario Ware and Mario Kart 64 on the Wii and watched a nice nature documentary. I usually takes me three days to do that! A great end of the weekend.


O God, it sounds like my roommate has a flock of friends visiting. The sound like exited hens clucking about the cute rooster in the next pen. You hear them talking all at once, and every 20 seconds they start laughing: “Bokbokbokbokbokbok!!!”. I hate girly girl friend groups, they make so much noise and usually gossip about people that they are ever so friendly to when they see them. Methinks I will scurry away from my room, so I won’t get a migraine.