Hello, I am BobCat
My parents didn’t have the foresight to name me BobCat. Thankfully, I was fortunate to find my special calling. I’ve always had a singular love for animals. When young, I wanted to be a fireman because you got a Dalmatian. Quickly, I realized that I wanted the dog, not the job.
After three years of dating, Frances Mooney and I married (1973) at a no-fuss courthouse ceremony. Instead of a honeymoon, we went out that afternoon and adopted a cat: sharing our wedding night with Beauregard, a long-haired tabby. Twenty-eight cats, and two dogs, have been integral to our relationship ever since.
In 1986, we moved to Frances’ former family home, and immediately began remodeling it for our cats. Soon our felines were frolicking on one hundred and forty feet of overhead walkway. The Cats’ House instantly became a media magnet, attracting numerous print and television crews. Surprisingly, our “feline fantasyland” inspired cat lovers worldwide to elevate their cats’ lives, also.
For more than forty years, I have had the privilege of working in the photographic arts as an author, photographer, gallery director, and a founder of the Museum of Photographic Arts (MoPA). Creating the elevated Cats' House playground for our feline family completely eclipsed all other involvements. Now, I’m called “BobCat” by cat lovers!
The Cats' House
By making public our private space, we hoped others would be encouraged to elevate their companion's lives—animal and human. "The Cats' House" book became a best-selling cat classic.