UPDATE: The time is up for submitting your cat photos. Thanks to all for doing so!
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The occasion was announced in a tw**t by Rev. Richard Coles (via Matthew Cobb):
Let’s make that wave a tsunami. Readers, send in one picture of your favorite cat, along with its name and perhaps one sentence about it (as well as what name you want to use). If I get more than five photos I’ll add them to this post. Now’s the chance to make your moggie a star. Cutoff time for sending pix is noon Chicago time.
And indeed, the tw**t about the feast day is true: St. Gertrude (162s-1659) is the patron saint of cats (also gardeners, travelers, widows, the poor, and the mentally ill). She will protect you against mice, rats, and insanity. Catster gives a bit of the story as well as some nice photos:

From Catster:
There’s no single story that links St. Gertrude to her patronage of cats. However, writings confirm that she and her nuns kept cats to control the rodent population. Some people believe her patronage most likely originated from the claim that water from her well and bread baked in her oven were thought to repel mice and rats. (And I thought I was a bad cook!)
Other accounts say she prayed for the mice to go away and they did. Because of the great mouse exodus, people referred to her as the patroness of cat lovers. She is often depicted with a cat near her or with mice running up her staff. The mice in her icons are said to represent souls trapped in Purgatory, whom she diligently prayed for. And we ailurophiles know that cats and mice go together like saints and Heaven.

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Here we go. From reader Chris:
This is Stimpy (named after another famous feline without a tail) and her hobbies include sleeping, eating, exposing herself and lap warming.
From Dorsa Amir, “Emerson chasing the sunlight.”
Here’s our cat Mooch, up a tree, stalking birds. Maybe she thinks she blends in.
From John Williamson:
You often hear of Kings and Queens, but this is Jacks. He looks pretty regal basking in the sun in the garage after some string-play.
Willow, nonchalant, after delivering post-dawn present of dead juvenile rat this morning to my front door step. I live in a converted barn next to a working farm (UK) – Willow heaven.
From Phil:
Attached is a picture of my cat Zoey. She has a serious attitude and takes sass from no one. Despite what the picture indicates she hates to travel but loves to bite fingers (especially if you’re asleep) and electric blankets.
Reader Lauren sent two pictures, but I’ll allow the N = 1 rule to be violated this one time (one cat per person, please!):
Here are two photos of my cats. One is Foxbat practicing to be an Art Institute lion. The other is the late Smaug in one of my favorite poses.

Our own Matthew Cobb sent a photo of his new kitten, Harry, whose peskiness drove one of the older cats, Pepper, into the wastebasket:
From reader Diana MacPherson:
Fred is the only cat I’ve ever had because after I had him I became allergic to cats. He was a feral cat and he preferred it that way as he took off one day and didn’t come back. Look how cute he was though!
In an attempt to get something fun despite the off season flavor, here is Gunner plahying Santa’s helper back in Christmas of 2013. He is, of course, lying on his Gunners blanket.
This is Ajax. He came to us one cold, snowy January night two years ago. He was skinny and had a badly healed broken hip. He invited himself in and never left.
Here is Sophie in all her glory.
The attached is one of the only images I have at my office; it shows George in a sad state after having pins inserted into all of the bones in his foot, having broken them all somehow. After 12 weeks being in plaster and being unable to roam far and wide he recovered and 2 years on you would never know his leg was broken.
From reader HaggisForBrains:
Here are Monte Carlo (Monte to his friends, and everyone was his friend) and Morgan (named after a vintage three-wheeler car, because he was somewhat unstable on his feet), as kittens, both now sadly deceased.
From Reader Maria:
Salem is 14 years old, spoiled rotten, and very much loved (not to mention, gorgeous!). As you can see, she “decorates” the house.
From Palaeo Sam:
This is Kitty, she is crazy and adept at opening closed doors (do you suppose the two are connected?):
From Michael Day:
Attached is a picture of two of our cats, Bowmen (L) and Sam (R). They are neutered males who love snuggling together in our garage. This is rare photo, since they both usually leap up out of the box, utterly embarrassed, if caught in the act, so to speak.
Ben Goren sends his iconic cat:
This is Baihu. “It ain’t easy living with a god.”
Reader ManOutOfTime sent his cat:
This is Mini Me, so named because he is fluffy and opinionated, like his human mama (my wife). He is a lean 14-lb cat who looks fat but it is all fur. Here he is having a rest on mama’s boot, cruelly exposing the furry underbelly that I want to rub but am NOT ALLOWED TO RUB.
From reader John:
Here is (rather, are) mine. Benny is watching over Babette as she prepares for a bath. (She did not take one.)
Reader Susan sent a pair of cats named after a Strident Atheist:
Ingy and Sol, brothers named in honour of Robert G. Ingersoll, sleeping the sleep of the just.
Reader Merilee sent a photo of her cat Booker. She has apparently done something I used to do to my cats to efface their dignity: turn their ears inside out:
From reader Kathy:
Both Lily and Tiger would like to sit in my lap, but they will not share. Whose will is stronger?
Louis and Andrea sent a photo of a cat named after a state:
Here’s a picture of our cat Texas. She’s one and a half years old and very gentle. She loves climbing, purring, and looking out the window.
From our own Greg Mayer:
Peyton, the philosopickal cat, on Gertrude’s Eve, helping to unpack a newly arrived laptop.
From reader Art:
Here is a picture of our cat Princess. She adopted us 15 years ago and occasionally will help with the ironing if she’s awake.
Reader Jennifer Apple sends a photo of her pal:
This is Danny, my best buddy of 13 years, enjoying the fireplace and his personal rug from the Snow Leopard Trust.

From Linda Grilli:
Pewter playing with his favorite toy, water, with Billy the Kit looking on and learning how to do it.
From reader Rachel:
This is my boy, Lloyd. I’d hoped he’d climb into the pumpkin since he’s obsessed with being *in* things, but I guess that’s where he draws the line.
From reader Abnormal Wrench:
This is Artemis doing her best impression of Maru. She was 5 months old then. She is one year old now but this was all I had on my phone to post in short notice. She loves playing fetch with bottle caps; we play every night.
From Peter Nothnagle:
Gus, enjoying a quiet moment in a sunbeam (this photo was taken this very morning).
Reader John Mitchell sends a three-legged cat:
Leela lost her front leg (and almost her life) to a possum when she was nine months old. She showed amazing resilience in the months of operations and other complications afterwards, and has grown into an incredibly friendly and charming companion. Most mornings she’s out greeting the many fans she has in the neighborhood – she knows more of them than I do!
Reader Cliff sent two Persians:
I am attaching pictures of two of my favorite cats, even though I know you are not particularly fond of Persians. The first is Black Cherry (who we called “Cricket”, because that’s what he reminded us of when first born, and the second is a little cream Persian named Miss American Pie, whose weight never exceeded 6 lbs., so I called her my “pocket Persian”. Both deceased; both still loved.
Reader Todd sent a lovely little moggie:
Here’s one of my (5) rescue kitties as a youngster. His name is Copper and he was born with a bobtail (a one inch stub that wiggles before he pounces).
From reader Brad Day:
Spicy J, reviewing a map of the plotted GPS data from the tracking device she had implanted on me.
Reader Nicole sends a funny cat portrait:
Ginger Bravo poses for a portrait of Madonna and Child.
From reader Amy:
This is “kitten” on his perch, a much better vantage point to see the birds and chipmunks. Turns out Leon is not the only cat that likes a leash! However, I would not be able to fit this felid in a backpack. Now 16 years old he weighs in at 20 pounds.
I noticed you already have a Gus in the sun this morning, so I thought I’d send another. You can’t have too many sun cats!
Reader Stepha sent a black cat (we have many!):
This is Schrödinger (not a great pic, but the best one on my phone). He showed up on my doorstep, frightened & starving, several years ago, & I adopted him despite my allergies. It was one of the best decisions of my life.
Reader anonypuss sends a photo of the lovely Oskar:
… Iz true, I do have many different faces….
Reader Simon Hayward, new to Chicago sent two cats (we’ve seen the ten-legged Titan before):
Cheating – it’s both cats.
Titan says “meh – atheist cat haz no needs of saint”
Pachecca says “does saint haz can opener?”
Reader Charlie Jones sent one in the closing minutes:
Attached is Grover yawning. A bit out of focus, but an impressive maw nonetheless. Feel free to post; photographer is Hannah Jones, age 13.
And one slipped under the wire, sent by reader Erin Coldrick:
An uncomfortable looking position but it seemed to work for him nonetheless. My always photogenic cat’s name is Yarn. He’s put up with his staff (Erin-me) snapping photos of him for 4 years now. He’s my snuggly little baby!! 🙂 All around great cat, although my husband gives a different story. Yarn tends to be quite vocal. Maybe some Siamese in his family lineage?? 🙂
And. . . .time is UP! Hold onto your kitteh photos for the next time. Thanks to all for their lovely photos. I for one was glad to see what my readers’ cats looked like.




















































