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.
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.
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.
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!!
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.
Nothing unlucky here except that these two got snagged for an early morning selfie and kisses.
Yes, those are Lularoe black cat leggings. Paired with a lovely “Scaredy Cat” tee from Shred My Couch. I bought it because, at the time, they were making donations to hurricane (pick one!) relief for animal shelters. Squirrel Den Studios made me do it!
My colleagues and the people who sell skulls for ridiculous amounts of money ($50, really?) at flea markets, like to remind me that deer skulls don’t NORMALLY show up in your family’s yard.
Deer skull number two begs to differ.
MomBert found this skull hanging out by the BF’s communal dumpster. Who throws away a perfectly good deer skull? Sure, the dogs had chewed on a few antler points, but it was otherwise intact.
She asked me what she should do with it and I said, “BEDAZZLE IT!” Jazz hands!
So she did.
MomBert has been playing around with stained glass for a few years now. Usually she adheres the glass to old windows,…..old window…found deer skull…same, same.
She was going for a floral theme. The final product now graces my living room. Cat approved.
Grammie bought Miles a present because she loves her grand-cat , and she had a coupon. It’s a vibrant pink fabric, very close to the Fuchsia Orchid color of my sewing project that drove him wild.
I liked to theorize that it was the fabric’s color that brought out his inner panther every time I spread it out to work on.
Grammie luvs me!
However, I have to acquiesce that a more likely cause of his reaction was the texture. The fabric is silky soft with textured bumps.
The mother of the baby blanket recipient suggested, “Awww, it’s the subtle nubbins….he must be a breast man.” While Miles does love his bosomy mum, Olivia Wigglebothum is the more likely child to treat my chest like a pillow or a spot to wipe her face against.
While Miles did react in a similar wild man way to his new piece of fabric, I’m not sure that our experiment is set up correctly to accurately determine whether it’s truly color or texture that inspires tail chasing. Perhaps another piece in a much duller shade.
Chrysalis one successfully emerged while I was at work Friday.
The chrysalis started going through the stages of showing wings and then gradually getting darker on Wednesday. It was absolutely black Friday morning before I left the house.
Articles indicated that the newly emerged butterfly would need 4-5 hours to dry and strengthen its wings. I could keep it in the enclosure for one day, if I provided fresh flowers.
As I was unsure about how long the butterfly had been out by the time I got home and it was going to be dark in a couple of hours, I gathered some fresh flowers to provide sustenance for an overnight stay.
Olivia was fascinated by the movement she saw up on the top of the bookcase. The butterfly opening and closing its wings was intriguing.
Early Saturday morning, I coaxed it on to a bloom and out of the enclosure. There was no sticking around for photos or tearful farewells. Butterfly 1 out and off to Mexico!