Have to say...not a huge fan of Friskies for my cats other than as a guilty pleasure (much like a bag of fat-laden, high salt, out-of-this-world-with-goodness, and badness, potato chips). Yep. They love it. Just like my love affair with Lays Potato Chips. Whew. Still. Kudos. Excellent short film you frisky folks at Friskies!
P.S. And yes...posting a video means I am verrrrrrry busy. With Christmas designs. sigh.
Merry Freakin' Christmas in the 90 degree heat of full-throttle summer.
Got a few emails regarding the durn comments section not working. So here's a remount of Cat Outtakes!
Disclaimer: The internet is filled with waaaaay too much purrfection. Blogs that make you feel bad about your life, house, clothing and lack of vacations. Well. Just in case you might be blown away by the overwhelming perfection you see on this blog, I thought I'd rip back the veil of deception and feature some less purrrfect outtakes. Gee. I have so few imperfections, I'm not sure if this can become a regular series...meh. We'll see.
Wally teaches Eve 2.0 the fine art of butt sniffing...
Is that the vacuum!!???
The Prof did NOT wear his belt to work that day...he was afraid. He was very afraid.
Sir Piglet refuses to wake up from his hoarding of the cat trees so I can take pretty, purrrrfect pictures for the world wide web.
You are getting sleepy...verrrry sleepy.
Edge of your seat stuff, huh? I was tame this first time out. Testing the waters. Believe me, there's some eye opening stuff I intend to show if I get brave enough.
Dude and I decided to balance all the feminine energy going down in the house. Too much sewing and weaving and such.
So.
We did what men love doing. Count money!
Well...from the curse jar, anyway.
From what I hear, manly men throw out a mean curse now and then...especially whilst driving their cars or watching sweaty athletes bash each other to bits.
Hey. Never underestimate the power and beauty of a well placed curse word.
Behold!
Seriously people. That's a lot of cursing in that box.
Kreatix said:
"Don't get too proud of yourself. My brother had to bite a bar of soap when he was little and cut loose with the S bomb. He blew bubbles for weeks."
I've never tasted soap. I'll have to try it because I think I sniff a veiled threat in that statement of hers.
NOTE TO SELF: taste a bar of soap and see if Professional Cursing is worth it.
Check out these weaving samples I picked up from the Oaxacan weavers in Mexico. Of course, I didn't go to Mexico...that might mean I'd had a vacation. Nope! The weavers give demonstrations from time to time near my home in California.
And yes, you might see cat fur on them. These samples aren't very big but darned if Melvin and Wally don't try to curl into a miniscule ball and sleep on them. They fail miserably.
YouTube is an oasis of amazing tutorials. I made a small loom and got busy making my first ever woven piece. Eve 2.0, Frankencat and Ginger helped finish it off.
With some old yarn and only a handful of hours here's what happened.
Truth: the Prof thought it was kinda "fluffy" and he's suddenly become aware of decor since certain family members are coming for a visit soon. Don't misunderstand, he liked it. But. Still.
So.
I hung it in the bathroom.
Wait'll he sees what I make next. Mwahahahaha. And it's going in his office. Or else.
That's Right! Frankencat Has Entered the Building!
Remember awhile back when we found all this in the Kreatrix lair and promised to make like Dr. Frankenstein and build a Frankencat?
Well, well, well...
Ginger and her selfies!
Eve 2.0 became obsessed with Frankencat and wouldn't stop working on it.
TA FREAKIN' DA!
Here's a detail shot - Eve insisted on sewing the black flowers on.
I choose the legs - nice and scrawny.
So here's where the story of Frankencat gets interesting. Eve 2.0 finishes him and goes to bed last night. We wake early hearing music in the other room and rush out to see what the heck.
FRANKENCAT PLAYS THE CELLO! WHAT HAVE WE CREATED?
Kreatrix says his bow hold is very unconventional but she's not gonna tell him because he's really good!
Kreatrix loves him and gave him some vintage doll furniture to sit on and his own rug! Here's what she tells us:
Maybe he arrived in that UFO and you built him a costume to wear.
I think she's messin' with us but we still can't figure out how he learned to play the cello overnight.
And now a word from the Kreatrix:
What the Chairman and his gang don't know is that Frankencat is made from scraps they chose that are cut up, recycled clothing and vintage materials. The white flowers on the front are older than I am (don't ask). Thank you Grandma for being a fabric horder and for the fact some of it made its way to me.
They also don't know that I posed Frankencat with the mini cello for them to find in the morning. But what I don't understand is how he learned to play it overnight. That's a very difficult instrument! Mysteries are afoot here at Catberry Tails...
It’s a potato chip shaped like a cat’s head! TA DA!!! She refuses to eat it probably because it reminds her of home.
We were spying on the humans…I know, I know…bad kitty.
ANYWHO
We heard Kreatrix mention she wasn’t from around here and someone asked
Then where are you from?
She pointed towards the ceiling and said
“...far, far away…”
OUTER SPACE!!! I knew it!!
That probably explains why she has such a hard time fitting in around here.
She even has RH negative blood which is really rare. Only a small percentage of the human population has it.
Have you read some of the theories out there? Woah. Depending on what you read, she could be descended from the royal lineage of the gods, which may or may not have been alien visitors from eons ago. Either that or she's descended from a lizard instead of a rhesus (RH positive) monkey.
In summary:
OR
But definitely NOT:
Maybe it was an intelligent alien lizard race who visited and helped build the pyramids. She is good at building things.
Here is a peek at what I’m building with Ginger and Eve 2.0
It’s a Frankencat.
We don’t want the Lizard Goddess to find out about it yet, so SHHHHH.
Ginger just said I'm probably going to have to apologize to the Kreatrix for this blog post. Why?