It’s a rare but wonderful experience when you approach a creature with the intent to convert, but discover that he is the one with something to teach you.  Blinky here is a gifted theologian, philosopher and apologist in the grand tradition of St. Augustine. Some may find his views on the status of female outreach ministers rather disappointing, but there can be no doubting his steadfast faith.

I gave this disciple the old “leave your home and follow me” line and to be quite honest, she took it a little too seriously. Your pastor’s day job doesn’t allow pets – when are you going to get that?

The cats of Kensington Market live a squalid existence, subsisting on castoff fish guts and the occasional handout of questionable provenance from departing Roach-O-Rama patrons. We got this one into treatment just in time. I’m hopeful for her future, but staff at the clinic tell me that brownies keep disappearing from the communal kitchen. It’s a long road, Augusta, but it’s worth it.

Subsequent to the laying on of hands, this innocent looking creature immediately confessed to a prior career as a full-time witch’s familiar.  She promised to melt her cauldron into farm implements for the needy.

I met this lovely lady on a Bloorcourt street corner. At the time, she was single-handedly raising a litter of newborns. I have heard through Pluto that they are all doing well in school.

Here I am seen on pilgrimmage on Parliament Hill in Ottawa, the Lourdes of the HTA ministry. Cats, squirrels and marmots live a monastic existence, sleeping in an open-air shelter and (hopefully) biting the occasional legislator.