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Sorry, NO Custom Orders - I already have a "day job" and I don't want another one! ;-) Thanks for understanding. :-)

Here's a story about that adorable little cat that is usually on my shop icon... Enjoy! :-)

Tiffy the Terror

Sometimes my dear, darling cat Tiffany decides that instead of doing her pushy, a/k/a #2, in her fancy, expensive, automated litter box, she’ll do it just in FRONT of her fancy, expensive, automated litter box. Well. Yesterday morning before heading to work, I had gathered all of the garbage from the kitchen and the bathroom so that when my husband got home from work, he could take out the garbage. Sounds pretty simple and straightforward, right? Sure it does! No. It wasn’t…

When he got home in the afternoon, in his zest to get…

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  • Joined September 20, 2008

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Wool, Fleece, Fiber, More Wool, More Fleece, More Fiber, How Much More Fiber Can I Fit Into My Humble Abode, And Then Some More Fiber, Husband Is Ready To Put Me Out On The Balcony With All Of My Fiber, Balcony Will Fall Off Under Weight Of All The Fiber Which Somehow, According To Me, Translates Into Room For More Fiber

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Sorry, NO Custom Orders - I already have a "day job" and I don't want another one! ;-) Thanks for understanding. :-)

Here's a story about that adorable little cat that is usually on my shop icon... Enjoy! :-)

Tiffy the Terror

Sometimes my dear, darling cat Tiffany decides that instead of doing her pushy, a/k/a #2, in her fancy, expensive, automated litter box, she’ll do it just in FRONT of her fancy, expensive, automated litter box. Well. Yesterday morning before heading to work, I had gathered all of the garbage from the kitchen and the bathroom so that when my husband got home from work, he could take out the garbage. Sounds pretty simple and straightforward, right? Sure it does! No. It wasn’t…

When he got home in the afternoon, in his zest to get the garbage down to the dumpster quickly and efficiently, he didn’t happen to notice Tiff’s “little delight” in front of her fancy, expensive, automated litter box, and he planted his shoe squarely on top of it. As you can imagine, that turned out to be one grand mess. I talked to him before I left work for the day, and he told me what had just happened. I said, “Not to worry, help is on the way!” And I told him to leave things as they were, I’d take care of it when I got home. My Precious Cat, my job to clean up her Precious Pushy.

Upon my arrival, I assessed the situation – this shouldn’t be too bad, piece of cake. I got the flooring cleaned up in jig time, admiring my handy work. And then I saw his shoes – what a mess the bottoms of those shoes were – I’ll spare you the details in case you are enjoying a snack. At any rate, I donned a pair of latex gloves, grabbed some cleaner, and hauled that plus his sh*tty shoes downstairs and sat outside on the porch, in the sun, 95 degrees, uphill, both ways. And I scrubbed, and I scrubbed, and I scrubbed. Let me tell you what – if they ever run out of glue, they might as well use cat sh*t. That is the stickiest darned stuff I have ever run into. It took me for-EV-er to get that sh*t off his shoes. There I sat in all my glory, sweat running down my face like a icicle in the spring, dripping into my eyes, and now my eyes were burning.

I continued to scrub with my eyes half shut, scrubbing blindly, hoping for the best. But, all of my efforts paid off, the husband’s shoes were Simply Sparkling once I got done with them, even though I was not. I huffed and puffed my way back up the stairs and was greeted with a genuinely sympathetic look from my better half – I looked like something my cat dragged in. But, order was restored and life is now good once again. Until the next time my Treasured Tiffany decides to present us with misplaced pushy… ;-)

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