ABOUT CATS OF TOTTENHAM
Cats of Tottenham is an artwork disguised as a sitcom. It follows four women who are scammed by a strange man from the depths of the internet, who offers them a bizarre spell: become a man, an animal, or a baby. They choose to become grotesque cats—barely convincing, chaotic, and a little tragic—partly because it’s ridiculous, partly to “reverse evolution” and replace men with a new species. Each cat reflects a different part of myself: power-hungry, hopeless, impulsive, or quietly depressed, and like any sitcom, nothing ever really changes.
The project began when I was burned out, broke, and living in a tiny, damp flat in Tottenham, working a minimum-wage care job after being diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder. I needed an escape, so I built one out of whatever I could find: broken dolls, chewing-gum prosthetics, sets taped together, filmed on the cheapest gear I could afford. The chaos was deliberate—feminist but messy, emotional, loud, and illogical. Now on Series 3, the cats remain stuck in their run-down houseshare, entangled in love affairs, political crusades, and endless arguments. The work has been shown in festivals and galleries, and won a prize for best animation, but it has always kept its scrappy, improvised roots.
Across the series, the cats’ attempts to reshape the world collapse into surreal adventures: confronting deranged tech billionaires, stumbling into dystopian conspiracies, even going to war with Tony Blair. Their lo-fi feline forms—stitched together from discarded materials—are both their strength and their undoing, falling apart as often as their plans do. Cats of Tottenham is anarchic, darkly funny, and unapologetically handmade: a space where chaos is allowed to exist, and where nothing needs to make sense.
