Cat Lady has only one defining feature: enormous pink glasses.
Cat Lady also got more and more volatile as the photo shoot went on. She sang. She talked to her cats. She yelled at people who were cruel to cats. She smouldered silently at the thought of abandoned kittens. She goes through the spectrum of emotions brought about from too much solitude and not enough human contact.
Here is Cat Lady in a relatively (and rarely) calm and forthright attitude.
Cat Lady is not always in control of how she comes off.
The thought of cruelty to animals makes Cat Lady go deep deep within herself. Into a fortress of rage.
Cat Lady quiets down her inner demons for a moment. Just a moment.
Singing to her brood of cats always makes Cat Lady happy.
Sometimes Cat Lady gets depressed. The blues come over her suddenly, with almost no warning.
It is useless to try to talk her out of these moods.
If you push her too hard to “cheer up”, she very well may lash out at you.
For the sake of all of her cats, she does, on occasion. try to “put on a happy face”. The cats are never fooled, however.
The black moods pass … leaving Cat Lady exhausted and quiet within.
Now she can sing to her cats again, with a free and open heart. A heart filled with … a thermal glow, apparently.
It is unknown how Andy Warhol came to know her. She lived in Tribeca when it was mainly an industrial area, so it is possible he saw her on the streets and became intrigued. But he captured her here, in one of her happy singing moods.