A Bengal Cat or a Marbled Tabby? – Photo Story

I saw this cat that looked like a Bengal cat, but I wasn’t sure.  It could be a marbled tabby cat… I couldn’t tell the difference.

So I did what every crazy cat lady would do, asked the cat.

Excuse me, Mr. Cat. Are you a Bengal or a marbled tabby?

A Bengal Cat or Marbled Tabby?


Mr. Cat said “Don’t bother me. Go away.”

A Bengal Cat or Marbled Tabby?


Then the cat got up and crossed the street.

I followed but he stopped and said “Stop following me!”

A Bengal Cat or Marbled Tabby?


Of course I lied and said I wasn’t.. I was going the same way.

The cat went through a fenced in garden, but I could still see him.

A Bengal Cat or Marbled Tabby?


Then the cat stopped. So I asked again.
“Are you a Bengal cat or just a marbled tabby.”

A Bengal Cat or Marbled Tabby?


He just turned his head and didn’t answer. I think he felt insulted.

A Bengal Cat or Marbled Tabby?


“Please,” I said, “I just need to know.”

A Bengal Cat or Marbled Tabby?


The cat got up and said, “It’s time for my dinner. I’m going home.”

A Bengal Cat or Marbled Tabby?


Then he stopped and said, “Please stop stalking me or I’ll tell my human you are trying to kidnap me.”


What a mean cat I thought…

A Bengal Cat or Marbled Tabby?
A Bengal Cat or Marbled Tabby?


I am still not sure if the mean cat was a Bengal or a marbled tabby.

… but I know where he lives.


The Naked Lady in the Garden


One day while I was taking pictures of flowers in my neighborhood, I saw a beautiful lady standing naked in the garden.  She looked quite embarrassed and was trying to cover herself up with a flimsy little towel, but to no avail.  I apologized profusely for being in her garden and was about to leave when she asked for my name.  I told her mine and asked for hers. She said her name was Venus.  She was a Roman goddess.  Her husband’s name was Mars, the god of war, and they had a little boy named Cupid.

On my way home, I thought Venus was a little cuckoo.  A Roman goddess, my foot!  Next she would be telling me that her son Cupid can fly and somewhat expert in bow and arrow.  Yeah right!


Marilyn and Me

Marilyn and Me, photo by mzrosie

While I was admiring the window displays of this small antique store in my Toronto neighborhood, Marilyn caught my eye.   Marilyn who, you asked?  Marilyn Monroe, who else?  Never mind the horrible hairdo and the gaudy outfit and trinkets, her signature red lips was a dead giveaway.   Her eyes were closed so she didn’t see me take a quick shot.  Just the two of us.  Marilyn and me.

Where was I?  I was the shadow in the background.  Not the blue one… that was a car!  I was the one holding the camera.

A Perplexed Planter

A Perplexed Planter, photo by mzrosie

Wouldn’t you just hate it when you woke up one morning and your brain was missing?  Well, it happened to this planter.  He kept asking the passersby, including me, what happened to his brain.  Nobody knew.  I said, “At least, there are pretty blue flowers growing on your head.” He almost had a heart attack.  Good thing  he didn’t have a heart, so he was all right.

Poor planter.  He looked really perplexed.  You would be too if that happened to you.

Me and my Pony

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Me and my Pony, photo by mzrosie

Out of the hundreds, even thousands, of places to hung out in the neighborhood, this cat chose to hung out with this old wooden pony.  Perhaps the cat thought the pony was lonely, being all alone day in day out on that fire escape so he was keeping it company.  Or, perhaps the cat just liked the view from up there, beside the pony.  Wouldn’t you like to know?  I did.  So, I asked.

At first, the cat was bewildered. He was probably even a little annoyed why this crazy old Chinese woman was talking to him. Of course, I’m not Chinese, but that’s beside the point. But I just stood there and waited. So, finally the cat said, “Me and my pony are waiting for our Uber ride. Is that a problem?”

Oh no. Of course not.


Mysterious Light Beam at Dusk

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Mysterious Light Beam at Dusk, photo by mzrosie

It happened at dusk.  The mysterious light beam appeared.  It was like Captain Kirk just said “Beam me up, Scotty” and he went shooting up towards the Starship Enterprise.   It was a slow ascent (The Enterprise was an old spacecraft after all) so I was able to take a shot.  You don’t believe me, do you?

What if I told you that I just witnessed an alien abduction.  Those stories are true, you know.

Ok, it was a jet plane shooting straight up in the sky?  Yeah, that was it… I think.