ROCK STAR CATS

Once upon a time, ten years ago to be purr-cise, my then 5-year old 

grandboy with his crayons and color pencils drew me a picture of a little kitty cat.

It was his birthday gift to me (in mid November) and together we named him 

"Rock Star" (if memory serves, I do think he actually chose the name).

The following month, looking for something different, for a holiday post

(maybe a Caturday Art for December?), 

"Rock Star" made his way into Adobe Photoshop and got all dressed up for Christmas.

And here we are, a decade gone by.  That little grandboy is

now a teenager, the crayons and color pencils no longer a thing for him.

For me, photoshop (now Creative Cloud) still is a thing ~

so let's make JUNE a "Rock Star"

for Christmas 2025.

After all, she is a rock star.

Your kitty cats are rock stars.

All kitty cats rock

and all are stars!

JINGLE BELL ~ CATURDAY ART

CATURDAY ART

 

"I FIXED IT", by JUNE

 An old photo.  A repeat.  Reimagined.  And redecorated, by June.

One afternoon, mine Mommy went off somewhere.  To do something.

I looked around.  Here and there.

You know, it has always bothered me that all 'round, wherever I look,

I see photographs of all the peoples she knows ~

and some art-kinda-sorta-things.  

What I do not see are pictures of me!  S'riously.

So with my own photoshop skills I fixed it.

I watch her each and every day, I pay attention.  

I am a smart girl.  I learn.

So.  I fixed it.

I think it is a wonderful improvement, don't you agree?

I think our little studio looks so much better now with pictures of me.

And I even found places

for my blue-and-white polka dot ornery-ments and

her red-and-white stripey ornery-ments 

so I did my own holiday decorating!  Meowz.

Do you think she'll like it when she comes home?

THANKFUL FOR ~

Thankful for our little tree.  Up there on our banner ~ photographed in early morning light,

with the sun streaming in through the window blinds, it sparkles.  And no, I am not

really sitting beside the tree, mine Mommy "put me there", I'm not allowed near.

Then we realized that just like it wasn't a good idea for me to be near our tree,

maybe it wasn't a good idea to have a candle by the tree either.

So in this picture (and yes, she "put me" in this one too) the candle made

way for a little lamp, and colors changed as she photographed in warm evening light.

Purr-haps you notice one other thing in this picture, the little monkey.

Little Monkey has his own story, a tradition if you will.  He is very old,

like maybe 75-years old or thereabouts and he is from Germany.  

When mine Mommy's Poppy Vic (across his bridge now) was a little boy, he lived there

and his German nanny gave this Little Monkey to him one Christmas.

Poppy Vic always had kitty cats and a kitty cat bit Little Monkey's toe one

morning ~ see his bandaged toe!  Oh dear, meowz.  That's still the same

old bandage, too, but that is what tradition is.  

And mine Mommy told me that she and Poppy always had Little Monkey 

on their Christmas tree for years and years.

I've promised not to put a bitey on his other toe.

Meowz.

THANKFUL THURSDAY

 

A BASKET CASE

Yes, meowz, today I am a bit of a basket case, you know, having a little emotional distress.

  Of course, that is not preventing me from napping [nothing really ever prevents a cat from its naps].

My blankie basket is my go-to place now that cool-cold weather has come to us,

and though weather purr-sons said we'd have snow today, I heard

mine Mommy say "that's silly, at 39 degrees, not gonna happen" and she

was right, cause it's dreary cold rain instead, rather have snow.  Meowz.

Sorry, I digressed.  Last night I messed up my blankies in the basket

something fierce, blame it on the mousie I was dream chasing.

And when I jumped in here early this morning for said nap, I could not, 

could not get myself covered up and where was mine Mommy who would

usually purr-form that task when I could not, could not?

Gone girl, gone.  Nowhere.  Not within meowzing distance.

So here I am half a cat covered.

Half a cat uncovered.

Half warm.  

Half cold.

Yet not preventing me from napping,

meowz.

A basket case.

ORNERY-MENTS

Yes, of course I know how to spell "ornaments", after all I'm not in kittengarten anymore and my spelling has gotz very good now.  However, I am still going to call these "ornery-ments" and I'll tell you why if you care to know [but mebbe you do not] ...

You see, we do not have space in our little studio for a big tree, we just have a little tree.  So every year, mine Mommy has put two garlands on our window blinds.  And on those garlands we would display our ornaments!  She has her red-and-white stripey ornaments because red-and-white stripey things, all things [especially her sox] are just her thing.  And I have my blue-and-white polka dot ornaments because ~ well, you know!  It looked so purrty and made us both happy!

Earlier this year our management gave us a set of new blinds ~ and actually we are very pleased with them, they are better in all ways.  Well, all 'cept for one.  They are super lightweight and when mine Mommy went to hang our garlands last week, "oopsie", it wouldn't and couldn't support them, "oh no, oh dear" ~ it just was not to be.  

No garland and no stripey or polka-dot ornaments for she or me.

Not this Christmas you see,

they've not yet found a new home, 

these ornery-ments.

We shall see, too big for our little tree.

 It seems whatever will be, will be,

So, I am feeling a bit ornery!  

Meowz.

MY HAT ~ IT'S A VERY LITTLE HAT

 

I found my santy paws hat.

Yessersday I looked all over, all 'round for it.

This very little hat was the only one I could find, meowz.

I thinks it was from my first Christmas in 2020 when my head was very little.

I will have to keep looking for my bigger santy paws hats

cause I am bigger now and so my head is bigger now, meowz.

Mine Mommy says all of me is bigger now, like mebbe too big

and she says santy should NOT bring me too many treats,

that toys are good but not treats.

I need to talk private to santy about that ... meowz.

AWWW MONDAY