Do not even think of getting a cat like that as your emotional-support animal. That cat makes me think there should be a new category of animal you get to take everywhere. Not emotional-support animal. Emotional-[something else] animal. Excitement. Challenge. Tribulation. Chaos....
Scrolling through the "Street Portraits Close Ups Only" group, I almost randomly clicked on this woman who's wearing a priest's collar:
I saw this woman standing alone with the festive Pride Week crowd swirling around her. She looked relaxed but pensive. Because of the abundance of creative costumes, I assumed her religious outfit, contrasted by a satin sash, was costumery for the festivities. I couldn’t have been more wrong....
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A Priest's collar is a costume,
Grand Marshall of the Dyke March! What an honor.
I like the guy smoking three cigarettes. Stay away from me, bastards, these are my cigarettes. Stop looking at me. These are my three cigarettes and I am going to smoke my three cigarettes and what are you going to do about it? You got a problem? Maybe I have a problem with you, bastard. These are MY three cigarettes.
Maybe I'm wearing three pairs of underpants, too: you got a problem with that? Two on the outside and one on the inside, is that alright with you, huh? I am smoking three cigarettes and wearing three pairs of underwear, this is America, bastard, I like 'threes'.
Nicotine helps me concentrate, and three cigarettes helps me concentrate more. I am thinking so hard I can feel my skull, or maybe a fist, it feels like a skull-fist. All these thoughts held tight in my skull-fist, you should probably leave now before I kill you.
Emotional Abuse Animal.
I was thinking of getting a parrot, claiming it to be an ESA, but teaching it to say a bunch of abusive phrases.
That cat is only atypical in that it is poor at disguising the typical cat emotional state.
You're taking these photographs for the government, aren't you? You're a government photo-taker, taking photos for the government: I know the government is after me, they want my cigarettes. When I smoke my cigarettes I know how to make things go away, they want to use me to do this for them, they want to use me to make things go away. I will make the world blow up when I want to, not when the government wants me to. Stop taking my photograph.
I guess businessmen don't walk the street.
I will put my ebola into you.
I had a friend who, while I knew her, was a very orthodox Catholic (I deliberately use the word "orthodox" to reference her religious beliefs and practice, not "conservative," because politically, she was very liberal, except for being pro-life), but then, after she moved out-of-town, decided that God was calling her, not just to be a professor of theology, but a priest, so she started with the Episcopalians, and then, when that didn't work out (to be honest, I don't recall any longer whether she didn't have the patience for more years of study in their seminary, or whether they thought she was too flaky), she got a mail-order ordination and hung out her shingle as a wedding officiant. Later, she found a splinter group of "Old Catholics" to ordain her so she holds herself out as a Roman Catholic Priest, and she's fond of wearing a priestly collar with a pink suit.
Anyway, I half expected to see her face when I clicked on the link.
That cat's stare screams "I'll cut you! I'll cut you bad!"
I am fluent in psychotic-street-person.
I think that's an African Wild Cat.
Thank you for calling my attention to the Street Portraits Closeups Only group. I just joined and posted three pictures.
The cat is a Bengal: a domestic (hybrid) breed that is part wild Asian Leopard Cat. We have one that is high energy but well behaved. You have to find a good breeder. Then you have to be around to train it during its first couple of months at home. (True of any cat I suppose, but the stakes are higher with a Bengal.) Our Bengal gets along very well with our other cat and especially with our dog.
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