Results tagged “cats”

With Woofstock having just come to town, why not think about adopting an animal? The Toronto Humane Society just opened a satellite adoption centre in North York (2802 Victoria Park Avenue between Finch and Sheppard) to make adoption easier in addition to its original Toronto location at 11 River Street (at Queen Street East). Another resource is Toronto Animal Services, which has four locations and a website to check out new pets available to adopt.

Photo from Deko-ze.

Gate House goes coed. After a series of puerile, childish, vaguely misogynistic stunts, the infamous all-male U of T residence has been come down upon by that stuffy old dean. Of note is Gate House's claim to be an inspiration for the movie , just like every other "look at us we're so wild" frat house on every college campus ever, despite the fact that Ivan Reitman and Harold Ramis went to McMaster.

Torontoist has noticed that a few cats have made headlines recently. First was Lucky, who ran a campaign for MPP in the Davenport riding, but failed to get on the ballot. In a sadder story, a Mississauga couple are left with fond memories of their beloved Krinkles. While the pet owners were on vacation, their cat was picked up by Mississauga Animal Services. Krinkles had a tag and microchip, and while some efforts were made to contact his peeps, he was euthanized only days later. This is a shout out to Krinkles—you’ll be missed!

With the provincial election upon us, Toronto's Davenport riding is in for a shakeup as a new candidate enters the fray: Lucky, Felis catus siamensis.

Because there really isn’t any way to say no to a group of people dedicated to saving stray kittens and cats, Torontoist would like to encourage everyone to check out the Annex Cat Rescue’s yard sale this Saturday.

After Monday’s victory in the annual Labour Day Classic, the Toronto Argonauts (3-6) host the Hamilton Tiger-Cats (1-8) in the second half of the home-and-home series on Saturday at the Rogers Centre. It might not seem like the greatest match-up, with both teams fighting it out for last place in the league, and the abysmal Ti-Cats having beaten the Argos only once in their last seventeen regular season encounters. But the two teams, who first faced off in 1873, represent one of the oldest rivalries in pro sports, and one that mimics an existing inter-city feud.

Honestly, is there a more nauseatingly cute Toronto locale than Cabbagetown? All those impeccably-maintained Victorian houses, those happy retirees, those friendly neighbourhood cats—what other village in the city has its own hobby farm?

Torontoist has always had a soft spot for felines, which is why we think you should know about an excellent kitty-benefiting event taking place this weekend.

Employees of the Alcohol and Gaming Commission, which now oversees the Ontario Lottery Gaming Corporation, will not be permitted to buy lottery tickets in Ontario. A representative of the affected staffers complained, "why do you think we wanted to work here in the first place?" before shotgunning a 40-ouncer of Absolut and collapsing to the ground.

Meet Charlie. He enjoys olives, ice cubes and having water dumped on his head.

If there's anything we hate more than broccoli, it's comment spam. And as any blog server administrator can tell you, a disproportionate amount of time and expensive equipment is spent weeding-out ads for penis pills, "discount" software and barely legal teenage dorm girls who go by unlikely, computer-generated names like "Concepción Anderson."

If your dog is a cancer survivor, the folks who bring you Woofstock want to meet it. They’re organizing the Doggie High Tea, a 50-dog tea party for dogs who’ve had cancer, complete with cookies and specially brewed “tea” (their quotation marks, probably best not to ask). The event will also feature the Doggie Designer Challenge, where “8 Doggie Designers will present their most fetching outfits.” Fetching. That’s cute.

We at Torontoist love our pets, and yours too, and we’d be happy if they didn’t do much else but shower us with undeserved admiration and give us a little snuggle when we get home after a hard day of Torontoisting.

New Brunswick native Mary Martell knew something was weird when the baggage scanners at Saint John Airport asked why she had packed a turkey in her suitcase. On her way through to YYZ for a business trip, Martell had no fowl to declare, so airport officials curiously sent her luggage through without much further scrutiny, despite seeing a tiny skeleton on the x-ray screen.

Nixon had Checkers, Clinton had Socks, and now Stephen Harper has Cheddar.

There are more wild animals walking amongst us than there are in cages at the Metro Zoo. Everything from foxes to deer can be found within our city limits. But perhaps the most misunderstood is the coyote.

Torontoist has noticed an abundance of lost pet notices downtown this month, and what could be sadder, really? We don't know if it's a time of year when pets go missing more often, but we do know it's unlikely to be a result of a Halloween ritual blood sacrifice. Many shelters south of the border report that most of their missing animal calls come on the heels of July 4th fireworks, which often scare a pet out of the house and into hiding.

We just wanted to wish all of you bloggers out there a happy Catmas. Joey DeVilla seems to be the strongest local proponent of the silly "holiday" where bloggers post pictures of their cats (sorry dog-owning bloggers). In that spirit Torontoist provides you a link to the Toronto Cat Rescue, so next year you can have a very special Catmas with a feline friend of your own.

Mayor Miller is announcing today that there will be a major competition to redesign Nathan Phillips Square.

Tonight, the Horseshoe Tavern plays host to the Pitchfork/Secretly Canadian Indie Rock Triple-Header. This is a chance to see three awesome bands you've probably never heard of... but who everyone will be talking about in a few months. If you want to get ahead of the curve, read on.

After every long weekend we wait to read the stories about the wacky things that the OPP catch on our roads. This weekend doesn't dissapoint with a badly maintained trailer hauling three donkeys, a drunk couple that followed each other home in separate vehicles, and families moving junior to his college dorm with furniture insecurely fastened. All and all, the OPP gave out 3000 tickets province-wide with around 550 of these being in the GTA. Sadly, four people died in accidents this weekend.

Michigan, we used to love you. We Torontonians loved your 11,000 lakes, your 130 lighthouses, and the way you happily accepted all our garbage and made it go away. When we went to bed each Garbage Day Eve, our trash bags would be spilling over our curbs and filling the air with odours fishy enough to drive neighbourhood cats delirious. Then, when we woke up in the morning, it would all be gone.

Who knew that the Toronto Cat Rescue had control over its very own undead horde, we thought that kind of thing was the domain of political parties? Well, they do and tomorrow their zombies are taking the streets to raise money to find adorable cats good homes.

As a grand finale for the Toronto Downtown Jazz Festival, the Dave Brubeck Quartet performed an incredible set last night at Massey Hall. Although the group of four could have been called Dave Brubeck and the Geriatrics, these jazz cats were tighter than David Bowie's pants in Labyrinth. 85-year-old Brubeck was absolutely amazing. With Bobby Militello on alto sax/flute, Michael Moore on double bass (no, not THAT Michael Moore), and Randy Jones on drums, the group captivated an attentive audience with two hours of jazz brilliance. The 2 hours seemed like 5 minutes as the old men swung through a selection of jazz standards as well as Brubeck’s own compositions.

Sometimes you need to clean yourself up, get serious, and move in with daddy for a few months before you head to Latin America for a new gig. The District bids Jenna Bush adios. D.C.-based television shows have an elderly audience and DCist has some suggestions to fix that. They're also throwing Butterstick the panda bear a birthday bash.

San Francisco is proud host of a new reality show called "How to Get the Guy" that's unfortunately not a descendant of Will and Grace, Queer Eye, The L Word, American Idol etc. Also a biodefence lab is coming to the East Bay and SFist teaches wine pairing.

As mentioned previously, this Torontoist knows nothing of sports. Despite this setback, the willingness to learn (and report on) a thing or two is there.