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• I want your thoughts! Need a name!
  by dimarie

  Introducing the Batgirlz Pussy Cat Ha…

  Introducing the Batgirlz Pussy Cat Havnt named him yet… / He is the sisters pet pussy cat, from the ‘batgirlz’ series / Little Sis / / Big Sis / / Batgirl sisters Reflections / So, he needs a name, / any suggestions? He likes / fried chicken, the nightmare before christmas dvd, swing music, relaxing infront of a fire, hiding the sisters’ valuables and of course going for scenic walks in graveyards… Any help naming this cute lil pussy will be greatly appreciated! / thankyou! / all the best / -dimarie

• My first mystery/t-shirt sale! And I've booked my flight :)
  by Mui-Ling Teh

  Thank you to the person who bought Pussy Cats Tee! I was out the wh…

  Thank you to the person who bought Pussy Cats Tee! I was out the whole day and I just checked my e-mail and realized somebody bought it about 7 hours ago, but when I logged in to check my bubblemail I didn’t find a BM about the sale, so unfortunately I can’t thank the buyer personally, but I hope he/she knows how grateful I am for liking my work and bringing me my first Tee sale :) And I finally have a ride to Rome ;) Leaving on Aug 24th.

• Have a laugh
  by clarkey

  A relative sent me the following in an e-mail this evening. It’s very cutting – the punchline is not what I expected. *WARNING: So…

  A relative sent me the following in an e-mail this evening. It’s very cutting – the punchline is not what I expected. WARNING: Some people may find this offensive If you are easily offended, please, don’t read any further. It’s for fun and a good laugh. One December day, we found an old straggly cat at our door. She was a sorry sight, starving, dirty, smelled terrible, skinny, and hair all matted down. We felt sorry for her so we put her in a carrier and took her to the vet. We didn’t know what to call her so we named her ‘Pussycat.’ The vet decided to keep her for a day or so. He said he would let us know when we could come and get her. My husband (the complainer) said, ‘OK, but don’t forget to wash her, she stinks.’ He reminded the vet that it was his WIFE (me) that wanted the dirty cat, not him. My husband and my Vet don’t see eye to eye. The vet calls my husband El-Cheap-O’, and my husband calls the vet ‘El-Charge-O’. They love to hate each other and constantly snipe at one another, with my husband getting in the last word on this particular occasion. The next day, my husband had an appointment with his doctor, who is / located in the same building, next door to the vet. The MD’s waiting room and office was full of people waiting to see the doctor. A side door opened and the vet leaned in – he had obviously seen my husband arrive. He looked straight at my husband and, in a loud voice, said, ‘Your wife’s pussy doesn’t stink any more. We washed and shaved it, and now she smells like a rose. Oh, and, by the way, I think she’s pregnant. God only knows who the father is!’ Then he closed the door. Now THAT, my friends, is getting even.

• Photo Journey: Milo Kittlesworth Gets a Bath
  by bchrisdesigns

  I have decided to start showcasing mini-photo-journeys in my journal from time to time. These will be brief pictorials that show somethi…

  I have decided to start showcasing mini-photo-journeys in my journal from time to time. These will be brief pictorials that show something in succession. This is the first one. So, won’t you join me as we journey through…Milo Kittlesworth’s bath time blues? A few days before my family from Wales arrived, we decided to give Milo a little bath (that he so desperately needed). He is an indoor-outdoor cat, so he likes to roll in the dirt from time to time and be a total pig. So, Greg tossed him in the sink and gave him a bath (I was there to help and take pictures…but mostly take pictures). I did not have a tripod handy (I know…”bad photographer!”) and there was so much commotion going on, so they came out a little blurry. Still, cute… The Infamous Milo Kittlesworth… / He wanted to jump and run!!! LoL… / He hates bath time so much… / Cara de lastima… (Did I spell that right?) / You looking at me, punk?... / Now we dry him…diva style… / I look like such a dork-a-doo… / Trying to escape… / Next, we brush the kitty… / Greg holds Milo while I brush his BELLY!!!!! / So fresh and so clean… / {The End} :)

• Real Life and Reputation Vs. Cuddly Cats?
  by Tim Webster

  When I studied photography, many of my teachers would share with myself and fellow students why a photo didn’t quite work, what would hel…

  When I studied photography, many of my teachers would share with myself and fellow students why a photo didn’t quite work, what would help, be it little or large. No-one on redbubble offers any constructive criticism. It’s a little bit ‘Disney’. I wouldn’t go slit my wrists if some-one suggested an alternative appreciation of an image i’d captured. I suppose it’s a little like “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all.” However, I don’t think you are a bad person for suggesting that a picture of someone’s fucking pussycat should maybe not ‘cut it’ on a website that claims to be an ‘Online Artistic Community’. Reputation Anyone?

• Misty - not so little anymore!
  by clarkey

  My gorgeous little pussy is not so little anymore. About three weeks ago now, Misty became cuddlier. We thought this was great – sh…

  My gorgeous little pussy is not so little anymore. About three weeks ago now, Misty became cuddlier. We thought this was great – she was still very feisty but, she was happy being patted, brushed and all those other soothing things cats and kittens are famous for! Then, last Thursday, while watching t.v., my husband made a remark which had me thinking. “Oh no, not already. She;’s still a baby herself!” Off I went to do a bit of checking and, sure enough, she’s in season. She’s only just over 4 months old, much too young to have babies. I had planned to have her speyed in the next month or so, when she was around 6 months old, but, it looked like it was going to be NOW rather than later! We get through the weekend without her getting outside – there are other cats in the neighbourhood. Our neighbours have a couple, I hear them climbing the fence at night (they use our place as a shortcut to somewhere) and I’m sure there would be unneutered males around, too. Come Monday, I rang the vet’s. Yes, they do sterilize kittens at such a young age, so, I booked her in for Wednesday morning (today). Oops, I need a cat box! We can’t find ours, we’ve turned the house upside down a couple of times looking for it, but . . . nowhere to be found. I rang our son and asked, “Jason, may I borrow your cat box? Misty’s in heat, I ‘ve booked her in to be speyed on Wednesday, and I can’t find ours?” No problem was the reply. I went and collected it Monday night, and, in a burst of inspired genius, I left it, door open, near the front door. Neither of our previous cats have liked being in a box! Within ten minutes of coming home, Misty is in the box, checking it out – it has the smells of our son’s cats in it, it’s a new “thing” and she’s going to find herself shut in it in a couple of days. She spent about an hour in it, just lying there, snoozing. Tuesday, she did the same, only spent a bit more time in it. Of course, we can’t know how much time she spent in it during the day, as we weren’t here. After dropping hubby off at his first job this morning (hence the fog picture in my gallery), I came home, put an old towel in the box, put it on the bed, and she very happily hopped in and lay down. I put the door on while she was still settling. Not a peep out of her! I consider this most surprising. Out the door, into the car and off to the vet’s we go. She’s still silent, only making a small enquiring sound just before we turn into the vet’s. She’s finally developed a small meow, about three weeks ago, but, she still squeaks just as often as not! When we enter the vet’s, there are two dogs in there! She sits up and looks at them with great interest, we don’t think she’s ever seen a dog before. No hissing, no growling, nothing! Amazing. I put the box on the floor, and she sits, watching the dogs. Paperwork is filled out, questions asked and answered, and, STILL, not a sound out of her! Just lots of interest, in the dogs and the strange surroundings. I have to ring the vet in mid afternoon, to see how she is. She’s fine, and we can pick her up anytime before they close at 8.00 p.m. We arrive about 6.30 p.m., and she’s brought out. She’s wide awake by now and pleased to see us, greeting us with a chirp and a meow, and putting her head against the door – she wants to be scratched! She’s not in the least little bit distressed, she’s quite calm, sitting up in the box and watching and listening to the goings on with interest! We are given a page of info for her care over the next week or so, and a couple of other bits. Then, we’re off home. Hubby has the box on his lap and is scratching her head through the mesh – she wants out, but, is not greatly upset at having to wait. When we get her inside and open the door, she calmly steps out and brushes up against both of us, checks out a few things, then sits down in front of her empty food bowl. Sorry, Gorgeous, we can’t feed you for a little while yet. Soon though! She wanders around, makes sure things are where they’re supposed to be and that there is nothing needing investigating. She doesn’t appear to be in pain or in any other way deistressed. She may be a little tender, though, as she is careful in the way she makes a few small jumps, which we wish we could prevent her from doing. BUT, she’s being sensible, so, we let her go. Finally, we feed her and she’s one happy pussy now. She settles down for a while, then she’s off, like cats do, just checking things out, making sure everything is okay in her world. Now, hubby’s gone to bed so that’s where she is, too! )She goes to bed when he does.) I’m still feeling guilty for having to put her through this when she’s still so young, but . . . she’s still a baby, herself! Too young to have her own babies. At least she is now safe, and she doesn’t appear to be any the worse for the experience. We just hope she doesn’t pull her stitches out like our previous cats and the dog did. We’ve crossed our fingers, as she will be by herself for most of the day tomorrow – we will only be able to call in and check her once during the course of the day. Here’s hoping!