Tragedy strikes as Crazy Cat Lady Tries to Cope

I get the feeling clients are kinda like Darth Vader. They breathe down your back and claim to be something you hope they aren't.

Anywho, Clients are ruining my quest for World Domination because I NEED the help of the Kreatrix and she is busy worshiping clients.

She has been working for sooooo many days on stuff like this:

I've almost given up hope of my army ever getting done. She mumbles words like "mortgage" and some person named Ira, who apparently will hold onto money for her until she is old and then cough it up like a ripe furball on a freshly cleaned carpet. She seems tired and sad.

In an attempt to understand my crazy cat lady I went out in the garage to rummage around in the boxes stored out there. I found some very interesting artifacts.

Um. D.O.G.S. Yuck! Why, Kreatrix, why did you paint this in your tortured youth?

This is more like it! Kitties made out of scraps of fabric! Clearly by this time she had grabbed hold of her senses!

Oh look, she drew a portrait of a dog person and pasted her own hand stamped paper around the bad man:

This looks like a typical crazy cat lady but mine is much younger....much, much, much, much, MUCH younger and much, much, much, much prettier. MUCH.

Kreatrix didn't want me to post the next picture because she said the lips are stupid.

I'd just like to have lips. They are apparently good for kissing. So ta da!

I have to go help the Kreatrix make it through the night so the evil clients don't eat her soul.

At one point today she looked at me and said

"Here is a magic clue for you to use regarding your vintage iMac: screwdriver."

I grabbed my piggy bank to make her pay for cursing. She laughed and said,

"Google it, silly boy, and then go find one in the garage."

STAY TUNED! I'm on it like kitty litter stuck to poopy piles.