Louis turned in to Pigeon's street and noticed a cat in a bakery window passively taking in the world. He smiled at it: the rescued dog had given him a feeling of communion with animals. Paris was full of cats, he realized, who held that aloofness of looking down from a height. But mostly they were asleep in wine- and cheese-shop windows. They were silent witnesses, spies of the apocalyse. Louis suspected that cats, like the souls of the dead, could not be photographed.
--Dominic Smith, The Mercury Visions of Louis Daguerre
Carnival of the Cats will be at Niobium on Sunday. In the meantime, check out all the animals boarding the Friday Ark.
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