Picked this up last night: Marion Peck's I Cari Estinti (The Dearly Departed). Sentimental portraits of small children and pets.
You can picture how fast my little legs took me to the check out counter at the downtown Berkeley comic shop. Weeeeeeeeeeeeee! The little girl above is how I picture Imogen. Just perfectly. I even have a wig similar. Sigh. I lurves her so much!
Marion Peck favorites: Hair, Divine Swine, and The Happy Captain!
We've got the Christmas spirit here at the House O' Blastmilk! I can't believe I snuck back and got the camera without this little love fest breaking up. Mr. Kallisti started singing "Ebony and Ivory."
Butter didn't like so much the vintage doll bed Mr. put together for me last night. The spring mattress support acts just like a real one and her legs went all super wobbly. We caught Biscuit on it though. He'll sleep on anything.
(Note: Bed was super bargain, but it is huge at 28 inches long o_0 who has space issues!?!?! But I couldn't resist, I don't have a bed for the big girls! They needed one. For real.)
You may not know this, but we have TWO cats. This is why we never post pix of Pekoe, the 22 lb colossus: he's a big black blob! And it is very hard to capture his true beauty.
But here he is, cooling himself on one of our very rare 90 degree days here. If I had that much fur on a hot day I'd be licking the porcelain too. Oh yeah, that is not fat, all muscle and fur. Pekoe is a hotty. Mrowr. He sleeps on my pillow at night and Mr. Kallisti says I'll wake up in the middle of the night and hug and kiss him and tell him I love him. I deny it everytime! Don't remember a thing...
Sorry for all the pet pictures, but when you're my age w/o children you have lots of animals and creepy hobbies to occupy you :p
Biscuit is two years old today! Woo! Or tomorrow perhaps... we estimated his birthday as he was a feral and we don't know exactly when he was born. I'm so proud, he's grown into such a zen kitty. Still a bastard cat, but so wise.
Sunning himself on our back porch. Nothing finer. Except a moobie of him not moving and Butter being giddy.
For a Biscuit retrospective, please visit my Cat Category!
And the obligatory Buttery Nipple shots.
"Web 2.0 is a fresh-faced starlet on the intertwingled longtail to the disruptive experience of tomorrow. Web 3.0 thinks you are so 2005." - Zeldman, as per usual
I apologize for the lack of DOLLIES AND PUPPIES, KITTENS AND BUNNIES!!! Honest. We'll be back.
I just got a new momoko today. rawr. OMG, I love her *falls over*
I'm thinking of adding a category of chamber pots in art & literature to the blog. I've been meaning to do a perma-gallery forever but just don't have the time to even update my old hobbies. So I thought maybe a random collection of images and book references posted to the blog might spice things up a little. Not scatalogical at all. Just intimate and old timey. Weeeeeeeeeeee!
Or, Butter Bat... or, Molly McButter... or, Miss Lulubelle the Circus Freak... weeeeeeeeee!
Dude, not only do I have some really bad pictures, but I have some reeeally bad video on youtube! Our camera is not the vid-master. So the night shots were awful. But cute enough to inflict on the internet.
This is my favorite picture so far:
If anyone can tell what kind of mix she is I'd appreciate the input. She's about 7-8 lbs, so on the large size of Chihuahua. And has a hilarious snaggletooth smile. Poor li'l gargoyle. Eeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Click below for too many peektures of Butter. It is hard to capture the wiggle-butt!
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Biscuit in the infamous Porn Room, weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Yes, a whole leetle room filled with vintage girly mags, woo.
And some actual cute kitty pix:
Demelza's on her way! She's so winsome.
And ready for her close-up!
What's this? A visitor?
Right in the middle of the photoshoot. Instead of screaming hysterically I just kept snapping pictures. He usually doesn't do this right in front of me. Normally I just find hairdos rearranged, or missing altogether, props and wigs will sometimes end up in his lair under the bed. But the cheek!
Isn't he handsome though? Oh, Biscuit.
This *used* to be Fifi's couch. And then Biscuit moved in...
For awhile, I didn't mind if he slept in it while he was a kitten. Pretty as a picture, he was. I would just vacuum it before I gave it back to the girls. Then, every once in awhile I would find it in the middle of the living room. I figured Mr. Kallisti had been vacuuming and moved it, or had needed to get into the media case it stands in front of. And then one day I noticed all these little holes up the side of the right arm. Look closely at the pictures below. You'll see them.
They're teeth marks. Where Biscuit had tried to drag the small couch to his secret hidey place under the bed in the bedroom. Where he drags the rest of HIS stuff! Except he never made it farther than about four feet.
Still. It is his couch now. And look how he crams into it, the little bruiser. See how his butt hangs off it. Caught him with his face pressed into the corner. Our tv program was too loud, he says. He couldn't sleep, he says.
Hmph.
Oh yeah... HAPPY NEW YEAR! To the East Coast anyway.
Wow, this Ashbet type person is a stone fox!
What is this, sitting here on top of a BONGWATER cassette tape? Why, it is presents! For me?
Well, they are now!
Mmmmm! Foil! Am I lucky, or what!?!?!
The End.
Thank you! I received so many wonderful wee wishes and condolences, Here and Here, I couldn't possibly answer them all, but they were all very much appreciated, every leetle wish.
But just to clarify: Yes, Zman was named after Ronnie 'Z-Man' Barzell from Russ Meyer's "Beyond the Valley of the Dolls"... and while that movie remains one of my all time favorite films ever, the name has been a bit of an injustice to my precious feline. She was always such a wee fastidious princess and not the big draq queen kitty I originally imagined her to be. But I was eighteen when I got her, and we'd spent the whole summer watching that movie over and over, knew every line by heart so, alas... such was her name.
November, 2005
She was my true love, for so many years.
Circa 1989
When she was about a year old, she got out of the house for a night and I couldn't find her. Late in the evening I heard the howls of love and when she came back in the morning I was sure she was pregnant. She got kinda fat, but not super bloated and then, one day, she had a kitten. One. We kept waiting for more but that is all she had in her. I gave him to my roommates at the time and they named him something I can't spell. The vet said he had never heard of such a thing. One kitten. She didn't care much for mothering. Her brother Flea, a big black gentle dumb kitty, did all the nurturing. Zman would climb in the basket to feed and then Flea would climb in and do all the cleaning and loving. Sweet Uncle Flea. He disappeared in '98 and I still miss him desperately. They were very close, he was the only other cat she could ever tolerate. They would curl up together, yin and yang.
Circa 1993
2-D kitty! Soon after this she got an infected uterus and we had to have her entire womb removed, poor thing, I should have had her fixed, but I used to love watching her go into heat. After the surgery she then got fat. A tiny leetle butter ball. But before that we always called her the 2-D cat, famous for her little sticky-out chin, you can really see here. We called her Pete Puma.
She was so perky after the surgery. But has gotten more and more finicky this past week. We haven't been able to get her to eat the past two days and she'd become a bit incontinent and had more difficulty than usual walking.
My kitty has gone to heaven. We've been together my whole life and I'm saying goodbye.
Circa 2002, butterball style, with her fancy blue rhinestone collar that matches her eyes. I'll keep it forever.
We've had both kitty ovals back by Zman so she can choose to have one with a heating pad underneath and one without. Tonight we found Biscuit curled up in one.
Zman is doing really well. The IV sessions need more practice though o_0 gads! Poor kitty.
Got Zman's stitches out today! She's doing well but she lost some weight :/ a 4lb kitty is scary, when at her pudgiest she was 8lbs! So I've got special food and I have to give her intravenous saline treatments. Scary! But it looked simple enough. My vet is so amazed by her little body. She's alive!
I got home a bit early from the vet. So many dollies, I'm going to spoil you with their loveliness. I need to do another family portrait soon!
Working on a rare commission this weekend. I loves how she came out.
She's a Dollstown Estella, she still needs eyelashes. Fun! If it doesn't rain tonight I can do the body blushing tomorrow.
Thanks so much to everyone for kitty wishes! Zman is doing really well. She's more sprightly than she's been a long while. I think the pain reliever is helping with her arthritic hips and she's been dashing about in small spurts. Amazing!
Went to see Kamikaze Girls at the Lumiere this afternoon. BEST GIRL MOVIE EVER. Totally loved it. For real. Rawr.
Also ran into fellow LJ buddy Pekochan in the lobby! We'd never met but she recognized me and said "hi" and we all had really nice chats in the lobby. But our meter ran out so we had to go... went to Japan Town for miso ramen and sashimi and spicy tuna handrolls, omg. YUM. Bought more dolly books, duh.
Sigh.
SAVE MONEY, dammint.
No, not Biscuit. I don't love him any more :p
My Zman, my little ole lady. She's been so brave since her last surgery, but has gotten progressively more feeble. Her bones are old and she's lost a ton of weight and she was already wee!
This morning when I was bathing her (she don't do it herself no more) I was cutting off a knot in her fur and found what I thought to be a small tumor on another nipple. I took her right to the vet and yes, it had to come right out. It was much smaller than the previous tumor, but she also had some ingrown toe nails (bad mommy!) which had to be operated on. It is really hard to do this to her, she's over eighteen and very frail and asthmatic and blind with three teeth left. But she carries on! She eats and drinks and sleeps and purrs. So brave.
Surgery is over and she's home with me now on lots of drugs on a heating pad. I'm bathing her leetle paws.
She's been with me my whole adult life. She is everything. I love her.
(Zman at bath time two years ago)
(Zman and Biscuit when he was a baby)
Ever hear a Kallisti's blood curdling scream? Well, Mr. Kallisti did when I got this in the mail today...
There's a reason they don't actually put "20 Year High School Reunion"... so they are not liable for my coronary. Someone, fan me!
And then there's this:
Mr. Kallisti: "Kallisti, a porn room and "Slerpis at home".
Now I really do have everything I need."
Everyone say Happy Birthday! He's 37 on Saturday... now we're off to Tahoe in the morning. I want mountains, a pedicure and thou. Oh, and maybe all you can eat crab at the buffet. Mmmmmm!!!
OMG. Weekends are so awesome. I've been singing happy saturday songs all morning (very off key, of course).
We went and saw Oliver Twist last night. And it was brilliant. BRILLIANT, I say...
The murder of Nancy is a pivotal moment in English literature. Gah, Dickens is a god. And Polanski surely does him justice.
And on that note, something I've been meaning to share: Mr. Kallisti loves me so much he mounted this old magazine cross-promotional bit on hotdogs and the Broadway production of Oliver! a few months ago. Two great tastes that taste great together!
Note the red & yellow thumbtacks. Aw!
And Biscuit caught sleeping in my MSD clothing box. My bad for leaving the lid off, I guess! But you get the picture about what a small kitty he is.
We're cleaning the house, getting ready for the Halloween decorations that will be going up tomorrow. The nephews are coming over to help, fun will be had by all! Oh boy.
Also, I've pre-ordered Liebchen. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Diep, I can't wait to see her.
