making stamps

Sounds like “making book,” but I haven’t been doing any gambling.  Well, not with money, anyway.

The art world is generous in the extreme in sharing knowledge.  I learned some of these stamp-making techniques from Approachable Art by Judi Hurwitt (mixed media and textile artist).

String, apparently, we’ve been using since we were kids to make stamps.  Except I didn’t, so it’s new to me.  The bright green squiggles and squares are 3D paint I had leftover from some art attempt in the dark ages.

That painted blue page has imprints of other string and 3D paint stamps I’d made (poking out from under the easel).


It must be a sign of true love, BuddyBoop:


This pic makes me think of Wazeau and her beautiful crochet pieces that her cats insist on sitting on!

Always helping, but more in a revolving-door fashion.  Here I was cutting out a stamp and stencil and Calpurrnia held down the cardboard for me, the sharp x-acto knife by her bum notwithstanding.


Buddy came along after I’d finished with the knife.  That piece on the easel is where I’d used the 3D paint stamp of squares.


That is all.  Kinda talkative for a Blurt and Run.  I’ll try harder next time.  <:-D





I wish I had a photo of…

… Calpurrnia lying next to Big while he ate pasta and meatballs.  She stretched lazily, casually rolled to her back, and extended one paw and one claw and just missed hooking a meatball!

there are other reasons for stretching!

Anyone else miss a photo of something?!

morning naps

first of 42 naps: BuddyBoop!

so tired... can't keep eyes open... (Calpurrnia)

quietly popular for 10-1/2 minutes

Woke up shortly after falling asleep and have retired to my recuperation room, a place where I don’t bother Big while he tries to rest up from his full week of work.

When I got in here, Calpurrnia was crashed on the sofa, so I wrapped myself into the available space and we hung out.  Then BuddyBoop came into the room in his enthusiastic “I love everybody and everybody loves me” way.  He used the sofa as the launching pad to the scratching post by the window; he knows to not linger by the tiny girl kitty who is so grouchy to him.

He lay on the post, facing the room and here we all were.  For 10-1/2 minutes.

Then Calpurrnia left to get a snack and BuddyBoop followed her.  He loves to follow her to see what she’s doing even though she’d like him to go back out the kitty door and never come back thank you very much.

Later, it will be Calpurrnia sleeping between our heads, purring loudly, and BuddyBoop squished at my feet.

It’s a funny little family and I love being a part of it.  Each of them makes me feel like they love having me here, too.   How nice is that?!

Again with the sleeping

Scene:  Deep of night, bedroom in a suburban US house, occupants sleeping.

Players:  Husband, Wife, Cat.

Wife: “zzzzzzzzzz…”

Husband:  “zzzzzzzzzz…”

Cat:  “zzzzzzzzzz…”

[A noise interrupts the zzzzzzzzzzs.]

Husband:   “zzzzzzzzzz” “snorrrrkkkkkk  snoorrrrkkkk  SNORRRKKKKK…”

Wife:  [gently nudges Husband with foot.]

Cat:  “meow!”

The scene continues:

snorrrrkkkkkk SNORRRKKKKK snoorrrrkkkk…”



snorrrrkkkkkk  snoorrrrkkkk…”



snorrrrkkkkkk SNORRRKKKKK snoorrrrkkkk…”



[Husband sleeps on:  “snorrrrkkkkkk.”  Wife had been kicking the cat.]

(True story.  A fond memory of telling the story to Mom and Sistah in a crowded coffee shop, wherein we laughed so hard, loudly, and long that we attracted attention, but couldn’t stop!  People laughed along in the contagion of hilarity even though they couldn’t hear the story.  I think.)

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Here there be kittens

One is 3 and the other is 14.  Guess which is which!

I left the room for a few minutes where I had been lounging in the red chair, drinking coffee and becoming aware of yet another huge memory lapse.  When I returned, I found the scene changed somewhat.  Cheered myself up by taking pics of cats!

bad BuddyBoop on the table!

Calpurrnia stole my chair!

no mouse, but a string!

always paperwork for cats! no wonder they're so tired!

resting after the battle






distracting cats

MY couch!


So this is how they do that!

BuddyBoop toes

cat temperature sensors

I’m pretty sure the monkeys miss the point all the time–respond to your surroundings!


long Calpurrnia, drugged by the warmth

melted BuddyBoop right at the woodstove


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