The written word has never been my most comfortable form of self expression. I create things to process tragedy and understand how I feel. So, rather than use my words, I will use my paintbrush.
I only lived in MN for a year, but this still feels close to my heart. I hope that this helps someone feel something positive. Maybe feel powerful, or help them communicate feelings that they cannot express in another way.
If you like this enough, feel free to wear it. We’re donating all the profits to Minnesota Charities:
I like cats, I really do. I have a cat and she is my lazy little black shadow. Trailing behind me as I peruse my apartment, conversing and pawing at dust bunnies. I love her dearly.
Do I have a membership to Cat Fancy? Nope. Do I feel compelled to drape myself in as much feline related clothing as possible? Norp. Do I ask prospective intimate companions to dress as kitties? Good heavens, that would be hilarious… but sadly, no.
So… how did I end up at a cat show, nexus of feline fortitude and worship? Eh, it sounded like fun. Something to check off the internal list of human experiences, along side eating an entire bag of potato chips, and…pfft… I don’t know… hitting your head on an open cabinet door in the kitchen.
The 40th Annual Saintly City Cat Championship Cat Show will feature hundreds cats from the United States and Canada competing. The highest scoring male and female will be crowned Winter Carnival Household Pet King and Queen.
The mostly snoozing cat population was only slightly inconvenienced by my photo requests.
Loki, the Burmese
Teddy Bear
These beautiful cats and the people that tirelessly dote on them were so kind and accepting. Happy to share their experiences and eager to compare cat tales. Easily falling into discussions of rules and regulations; what makes a champion, the ribbon system, and very complex point accumulations. It was most charming to just talk to people who had a real passion, and were happy to have a community to revel in…
The cats… couldn’t have cared less. Seriously.
I have edited the final picture to convey the true sentiment of these majestic beings…
Reporting from Minneapolis, Minnesota… and for the first time in weeks, the temperature is promising to rise above 10 degrees today. We could even get to the mid-twenties this week! HEATWAVE!
..but seriously, I’m not sure how people around here cope with the searingly cold temperatures. My inclination to leave the perfectly acclimatized 70ish degree haven of this ridiculous mansion has fallen away. I’m content to snuggles cats and devolve into a depressed state watching Making a Murderer.
Luckily, people have lured me out of the apartment on a few instances with promises of beautiful sites/sights;
Wandering through the various exhibits, I was impressed by the scale of some of the works. Feeling dwarfed by pieces that are meant to captivate is one of the few sure-fire suppliers of goosebumps. 09-11-2001 by Jack Whitten had the desired affect.
Yves Klein “Mondo Cane Shroud (1961)
Jack Whitten
Victor Moscoso
If you are as intrigued by the Yves Klein blue bodies as I was… yes, real ladies painted blue were used to get the proper silhouettes. Looks like a hoot.
There are a plethora of pure white and black squirrels in Loring. I’m seriously considering grabbing that little guy and bringing him home. I know it’s not legal, and he would be ‘wild’ or whatever… but I would have a wee black squirrel. *Squee*
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