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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 my latest cat story, better knows as a Tiffy Tale - hope it gives you a chuckle! ;-)

Norman vs. Tiff

Okay, I have been watching too much Bates Motel and anything scary that I can get my hands on, so tonight's "incident" should come as no surprise to me.

So I am taking a shower to get ready for tomorrow's new day, minding my own business, same ol' routine. So picture this: As I'm showering, through the opaque shower curtain, I am seeing a shadow come across the bathroom. "Oh, it must be the husband coming in to share some pearls of wisdom with me," I mused. He oftentimes takes the opportunity to talk at me when he has a captive audience - I can't…

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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 my latest cat story, better knows as a Tiffy Tale - hope it gives you a chuckle! ;-)

Norman vs. Tiff

Okay, I have been watching too much Bates Motel and anything scary that I can get my hands on, so tonight's "incident" should come as no surprise to me.

So I am taking a shower to get ready for tomorrow's new day, minding my own business, same ol' routine. So picture this: As I'm showering, through the opaque shower curtain, I am seeing a shadow come across the bathroom. "Oh, it must be the husband coming in to share some pearls of wisdom with me," I mused. He oftentimes takes the opportunity to talk at me when he has a captive audience - I can't get too far when I'm in the shower. Anyway, I figured that I would be engaged in a "listening opportunity," as I have decided to find his prattling ways charming. :-)

Except for one thing: the husband is not home. He is working overtime this week, and he is gone. GONE. It's just me, myself, and I in the shower. And the looming shadow making its way across the shower curtain! OMG! I'm toast! Norman Bates has found his way into my apartment, and he's surely carrying that big deadly knife, ready to strike! What to do, what to do?? As I look around the shower, all I have to arm myself with is a bottle of Head & Shoulders and a scrub brush. An old scrub brush at that!

Gaaak! As I prepare to meet my Maker, I slowly slide the shower curtain back, only to reveal my "terror." There stood my 5 pound, 19 year old CAT - Tiffany - staring at me with her big blue eyes, wondering what in the world is taking me so long, because you know, it IS treat time. She had managed to push the door open with her furry fuzzy little paws, thus creating my own personal "Norman Bates" episode.

Well, you can be sure that I was never so happy to see that little cat in all my life! :-) She meowed at me, and then she "hrumphed" - not sure how a cat "hrumphs," but she does. Then she turned up her little flat nose at me, flipped her tail defiantly, and moseyed on out of the bathroom.

I'm quite certain that Tiffany has 9 lives, but I do believe I am now down to 8... ;-)

And here's another 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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