Just fold it!

Seriously, either fold it or stop playing with it. Baskets of laundry are no joke!img_3044a


A Caturday Cattoo

In the name of my cats and their shelters, I’ve bought t-shirts, catnip pillows, spent ridiculous amounts on yearly calendars, dropped off donations ,and petted strange heads. All pretty mild mannered ways to support the kitties.

However last weekend I was offered a bolder option: cattoos!

I really like tattoos and I love cats so…yea…this sounded like the best combination fundraiser ever. (Based on the profit, I’d even propose it for my high school publication if my audience wasn’t 1500 under-aged students.)
Colony Cats & Dogs, former shelter to Sookie and Olivia Wigglebothum, and local tattoo shop Envy teamed up for an amazing fundraiser. All profits went to the shelter; the shop got tips and foot traffic, essentially donating materials and labor. The shop prepared nine flash options-small tattoos that can be applied quickly without variations-at $60 a pop. I was in the chair maybe 10 minutes and most of that time was the artist prepping his station. A couple of lines later and I was on my merry way.img_2948

Miles says it doesn’t look like him, “That cat could be ANYONE.” His classic cat disdain pretty much mirrors Bella’s impression of my back piece which was inspired by her and some artwork purchased on a 17 day road trip. If there aren’t treats, nobody cares.

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While the cats may not have been impressed, the shelter reported an impressive $2600 in the four hours that the fundraiser lasted. The artists cranked out 40 cattoos (there were also a few dog options), and the shelter set up a table in the lobby with pet related jewelry, magnets, stickers, and, of course, catnip pillows.

You know what I bought for the fur kids.


Scrap of Sunbeam

“Why are you camped out in the middle of the living room, in my direct path to the kitchen?”


Solar powered Miles has found the one scrap of sunbeam to break through this morning.


Happy Veteran’s Day. My favorite veteran was Gpa. Unfortunately, he passed away at the end of August this year after a long stay in a nursing home. I had some ideas about how to write about him, but nothing seemed quite right. He was 94 and had a full life well beyond his service and POW time in WWII.

I love, I love my little calendar girl

Once again Cat Welfare Association tricked me into participating in their kitty calendar contest! THEY GET ME EVERY TIME! I pay to enter photos, then pay to vote, then harass my friends and family to pay to vote…and then I buy the calendar.

Counting the calendars I purchased, my cats are responsible for about $200 of donated votes to earn their well deserved spots in the 2018 calendar. However the big winner at our house was Olivia Wigglebothum, 2018’s Miss April! It’s her birthday month!


Wigglebothum approved!

I purchased my calendar copies at the Cat Welfare Community Open House. They set up craft vendors, food, and live music that day in the shelter’s parking lot.


The cool flower is made entirely of coat hangers! DIY! DIY!

Thankfully, the shelter was also open so I could get in some petting of strange heads.


If you too, need to buy a bunch of calendars featuring my fur kid for various Christmas presents, they are now available on Cat Welfare’s website.

MacBeth vs Catzilla: Happy Halloween!

I can cast the witches for MacBeth:

“Double, double toil and trouble; 

Fire burn and caldron bubble. 

Fillet of a fenny snake, 

In the caldron boil and bake; 

Eye of newt and toe of frog, 

Wool of bat and tongue of dog, 

Adder’s fork and blind-worm’s sting, 

Lizard’s leg and howlet’s wing, 

For a charm of powerful trouble, 

Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.”

They are all about the tongue of dog.


Or I can continue the Catzilla franchise. Mini-Catzilla must sniff pumpkin!! Rowr!!


Supervising and Stranger Things

My home life is a little like that scene from Office Space when Peter points out that he has eight bosses micro managing his existence.

Given, I only have four different bosses, but they are completely up my ass about every thing that I try to do. They question my competence at every turn. I can’t even carve pumpkins without major supervision.

First, there has to be an inspection of the pumpkins. Were these REALLY the best ones?


Then my top supervisor, the Helper, has to be a part of the whole process. Step by step, he has to put in his squash related know-how. “Back when I was just a feral kitten, we only picked the biggest pumpkins…”


It turns out that he was mostly concerned with watching the rest of Season 1 of Stranger Things even though he and the other bosses were very upset by the flashback where Eleven appears to be torturing a cat with her powers. They don’t like yowling cats unless they are the ones doing it.


I think the giant knife really completes the photo.

My at-home bosses don’t realize that at my “real job,” I was told to either watch the series this weekend or be ostracized from lunch discussions. I can’t deal with being ignored at both of my “jobs.”


Finally, all the bosses had to weigh in on my job performance. I don’t think that this was really my best work, other years have been better. However, none of them have fired me yet or pooped in my shoes.