Wednesday, June 07, 2006

More new Fall-Crazy Cat Mug


Lenny and Boots work at the studio. Lenny's job: to walk back and forth across the table while you are in the middle of painting, attempting to get his butt under your chin, his tail up your nose. He is unusually accident prone and addicted to catnip. He can usually be found wherever I am. Boots, his snobby sister, prefers the company of men and likes to curl up in a box beside Dan and flirt with him throughout the day. While Lenny is as coltish a cat as God ever made-all gangly limbs and ginormous feet, Boots sleeps tucked into a perfect circle, paws crossed daintily.

At home, I have Chirpie and Elsie. Chirpie is roughly 120 years old, with cataracts in both eyes, mangy fur, and the bump of each individual bone in her spine clearly visible. She looks as though I buried her in Stephen King's "pet cemetery" and then dug her up. She is the perfect mascot for Night of the Living Dead. And, why, you might ask, do we not put this cat down? Because she eats. Lord, how she eats. She lives to eat-she eats to live: Kip and I both have a problem with destroying this creature with such a hearty appetite. So we let her hang out by the food bowl all day, except for when Annie tosses her blankie over her head, scoops her up and puts her in her doll carriage, wheels her through the apartment bumping into walls. Then Kip and I look at each other and think; hey, the cat vomit everywhere, the incredibly stinky and vile cat box...all worth it the way our little girl kisses the matted black fur of this animal as she tries to force it into a t shirt. We think the same when both kids hug the rounded sleeping back of Elsie, laziest cat on the planet, parked on the end of our bed, and cry out in delight "she's purring mom, she's purring!" And a moment later; But what's that smell?"

So here is the Crazy Cat Lady mug made for the crazy cat people everywhere. Except, obviously, the cat guys. Kip doesn't think it's a big enough demographic to make the Crazy Cat Gentleman mug. Some men are born to cats, others have cats thrust upon them I guess.

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