"He may not be pretty, but he has a sense of humor"

Like Aldo Cella, Elisson and Jules Crittenden, Babe knows what a woman likes.

"It's quite clear what she sees in him," writes Elisson in the comments to our previous post, where we compared the "exquisite refinement" of our Silver Maple's pistillate (female) flowers with the "unkempt, seedy appearance of their staminate suitors" and asked the question "What does she SEE in him?" Here's Elisson:

It's quite clear what she sees in him. He may not be pretty, but he has a sense of humor. (And, very likely, an income.) And, of course, a certain degree of unkempt raffishness. It's why Nicholson still makes a living.

We're reminded of the tagline of those Cella Lambruso ads of the Seventies, "Aldo Cella is not a slave to fashion, but Aldo knows what women like." Elisson may be a slave to fashion, but like Aldo Cella, Elisson knows what women like. He also knows what cats like. Be sure to check out his poignantly poetic "In mourning: A 100-word lament" for Matata and her surviving sister, Hakuna.

Looks, sense of humor, noble brow . . . The Babe has it all.

Speaking of cats and what women like, what is it about cat hoarding? It's almost always a woman who -- as illustrator B. Kliban might have put it in his classic Cats -- tried one cat, then another, and pretty soon things were completely out of control. Stealth ailurophile blogger Jules Crittenden has an interesting take in a typically witty and link-rich -- two of them to us! Thanks, Mr. C [swoon] -- commentary on the Chinese Communist Cat Massacre:

Trying to get rid of . . . stray felines unloved. Felines . . . woah woah woah, felines . . .

Sorry.* Socially responsible cat-blogging by Sisu.

Only one problem. Rounding up strays and sending them to government, or NGO death camps is what we do in this country. I don’t know about Beijing, but if it’s like any other Third World capital I’ve been in, it’s got a massive stray problem. Much as we would if we didn’t employ thousands of animal control Gestapo. There’s a word for that lady in the picture. It’s an ugly word. It’s anti-cattist. They call them … cat ladies.

About that roundup, no unkind Chinese restaurant jokes please. Though given the current concerns revolving around the PRC’s food industry, I wouldn’t be ordering the General Gau** in Beijing anytime soon . . .

Full disclosure: We have two slinking around the house. The English bulldog is assigned to keep them in check.

Cat hoarders' homes as NGO death camps. The man's a genius.

Update: Rusty of Artsy Catsy hosts a hoard of cats at this week's Carnival of the Cats #208.

Comments

[Gayle Miller]

And YOU, Sissy, are a treasure and a joy!

[goomp]

As a group I find cats more amenable than humans.