Spring Cleaning

Well, kinda Spring cleaning! Wiping the dust off the blog anyway. Thought I'd post an inspirational video clip, and a photo of a ring I finished last week.

hahahahahaha! Doesn't that look like fun?

The top part is something I carved that never really made it on its own. I just combined it with a band I'd fabricated.

Have a merry May everybody. ;)

Shadow Shot Sunday!

Good morning! Here's a shadow shot... my cat Ms Bird obliged me with a pose.

Butthead the Wonder Cat

Butthead was an amazing cat. He could read. (I must stop here and laugh. I've told this story many times. Some people don't know how to take it. They're like... is she serious? My response is I'm as serious as I can get away with being. Only if that's not too serious or disrespectful of Butthead's awe inspiring abilities.)

I've got a lot of books. I'm not sure how many... but let's just say I have 70 Rex Stout murder mysteries. Before writing this post I would have said I had over 200 books and 40 Rex Stout murder mysteries. Having just counted the one... I'm not going to attempt the other. (Bibliophilia is an inheritable trait. I'm sure one day they'll find a small snickering corner of the double helix that is responsible, in its twisted way, for bibliophilia.)

That's just to give you some perspective on how I know... my cat Butthead could read. Because, you see, there were only 2 books he ever puked on. We lived together for over 15 years. Those 15 years spanned 7 and a half residences. (yikes!) And one small period of living out of my car. (Which was more due to my ineptitude at living logistics than fiscal difficulty.) He was such an easy cat that I became too comfortable with having him roam about... until I stepped on a cat rather than a brake pedal while out apartment searching.

And the 2 books he puked on? And in not just one spew, I must point out. This happened at 2 different times separated by 6 months.... 8 months... a year? I totally forget. (You know how it is. You think they'll be around puking forever.) It would be dismissible if he'd gotten them both in one spew. No, my cat Butthead nailed 2 Vegetarian Cookbooks on distinctly separate missions, thus earning his place of honor in the kitty cat Hall of Superiority forever. R.I.P., Butthead.

Meet Ms Chubbs

A couple of weeks ago I posted the amazing story of Desperate Kitty. Now, meet Ms Chubbs. She was a stray I couldn't find a home for so she stayed with me. She might be related to Desperate Kitty as they showed up in my yard around the same time. Anyway, here's a picture of her as I first knew her.

At that time her name was Ms Little, now she's Ms Chubbs. A total sweetheart... I'll plead distraction on her achieving the Rubenesque proportions she presently enjoys. I just didn't notice her extra pounds so much... *she carries it well*... as I had the drama of another cat dying... plus I've never had an obese kitty before. Yep. Insufficient excuses, but they are all I got. Here is a picture of her now....

My theory on her lifted hind leg is she is airing out her rear. She can't reach it to clean it, so she sits with one paw up. What's funny is... when I took her in? She had poop hanging off her rear. (TMI, I'm sure.) Just goes to show the child is father of the man... or cat...

**And yes she's on a diet. She does seem rather attached to her voluptuous beauty though... as it doesn't seem to be going anywhere!

Contributing Karma

Okay. I do have an ulterior motive. I want my kitties home. My 2 missing kitties are the sweetest misfits in the universe. My kit-cats, the jigsaw pieces that make the rest of the puzzle okay, are gone... through a mistakenly left open door over a long weekend. I think the desire to alter the outcome of events that we, pathetic collective microorganisms that we are, has a long and convoluted pedigree. That's okay as far as I'm concerned... at least in its mushiest, humanest form. I have less tolerance for the more diadactic desires.... but that's not what I'm wanting. I want the lighted candles kind of hope. You know, like, the "end war" kind? The kind that happens in parks that folks drive by and say those peace people are just nuts. I guess the common part is hope and.... frantic wandering.

Contributing karma. How to make someting better that you have little to no control over. Shaking a kitty treat bag while calling and walking about the neighborhood... how much help is that? What can be done to overcome the fear.... I freely admit. I'm trying to generalize to ignore the very specific and personal worry.... How about taping a "life" symbol on my forehead? I store my lottery tickets under it.

But. My contribution to karma... to tip the balance to fit my needs will be to go sit in the rain near my back porch for my cats, and cross my fingers for peace.

*The kitters are home now. Yeah! I finally enticed the last of the wayward ladies back Thursday night.

A Perfect Bird Nest

And here I thought I'd constructed a lightbox. Silly me! My cat Bird shows its real function....

Cats

Two kitty cat pictures. One is possibly a stray, possibly a survivor... Worrying about this kitter is not just a pastime. Still am hoping a wonderful individual shows up and claims her, or adopts her.

And here is a Kitty Pendant... for those of you that may think she doesn't look sufficiently catlike check out this website:
http://www.cfa.org/index.html
The spectrum of cats is amazing.