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Dizzybutt

21 Saturday Jan 2017

Posted by emilypageart in art, humor, painting, Uncategorized

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cat, cat art, cat painting, cats, dizzy, feline, kitties, kitty love, oil on board, oil on canvas, oil painting, paint, painter, painting, pitten

Just in case you had a long day, here’s something sweet for you. My long time readers will know all about Dizzy, the pitten, but just in case you don’t, you can read about him here. Despite the fact that he’s a little defective, he is, finally starting to grow up and act less like a puppy and more like a cat. For about a month now, he’s taken to sitting on me as long as I don’t touch him. And today – GASP – he let me scratch his head while he sat on me. Wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles! Anyway, even though he’s a little mutant-y, he’s got a truly great face, so I decided to paint him. Or, well, do a painting of him, not cover him in paint. I shouldn’t have to explain this to you people. When I posted that on Facebook and Instagram, a disturbing number of my friends suggested I actually roll him in paint and smear him on a canvas. Clearly, I have all the right friends. So here’s my little Dizzybutt:

Dizzy.jpg

Dizzy 5″ x 7″ oil on board $150

Original for sale here. Prints available here.

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Goodbye, Sweet Satch

03 Tuesday May 2016

Posted by emilypageart in death, family, gratitude, Uncategorized

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cat, cat death, kitties, Satchmo

Today we said goodbye to another member of our family. We almost lost Satch a year ago, but our miraculous vet was able to save him and give us a “bonus” year with him. Luckily, his death was way more peaceful than my dad’s. He slipped away quietly while in my arms, which is the best any of us could ever hope for. He was the most loving cat I’ve ever had and I doubt we’ll ever be able to find another cat quite like him. But I am SO damn grateful that we got the time with him that we did. Thank you for enriching our lives, sweet boy. You did life and love right.

Satch 12-21-15 5

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Self Control: I Has It

25 Thursday Feb 2016

Posted by emilypageart in humor, Uncategorized

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cat, cat in sink, Dizzy is in trouble, self control

Is it wrong that it’s taking ALL my self control to not turn on the faucet?

Dizzy in sink.jpg

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The Uni-baller

17 Tuesday Feb 2015

Posted by emilypageart in family, humor

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cat, cats, dizzy, Ella, mini-me, psychotic cat, puppy, Puss n Boots, Satchmo

This is the story of Dizzy, our pitten. What is a “pitten,” you ask? It’s a cross between a puppy and a kitten. He looks like a cat, but we’re pretty convinced there’s more to the story based on his behavior.

We had 2 adult cats before, but our eldest, Ella, passed away about 2 years ago. We decided to bury her out at the property, which sounds like no big deal, but we had had a lot of rain that week. So, the hole kept filling up with water, which we had to submerge her in. Only, she didn’t want to be submerged. She kept floating back up. So we had to bury her mobster style by weighting her down with bricks. Yeah, that was fun. I kind of wish we had it on film, though, because we must have looked hardcore covered in mud and fur.

Ella

Ella

Satch, current title holder for World's Sweetest Cat

Satch, current title holder for World’s Sweetest Cat

After Ella died, our other kitty, Satch, got all sad and pathetic and would cry all night outside of the bedroom door, so after a long search, we got him a kitten, Dizzy (we’ve named all of our cats after jazz musicians. We’ve had Ella Fitzgerald, Satchmo, Frankie  – for Sinatra because he had blue eyes – and now Dizzy Gillespie). I had originally planned on getting another adult cat, but had been looking for about 8 months and hadn’t fallen in love with one yet. When I was in VA visiting my parents, my mom and I had to kill a little time and decided to stop by the local SPCA to see their kitties. We walked in and saw this little kitten who looked like a mini-me of Satch.

Satch's Mini-me

Satch’s Mini-me

I'm pretty sure thisis the only time they have ever snuggled

I’m pretty sure thisis the only time they have ever snuggled

Now I’ve owned a lot of cats over the years, and I’ve never had as great and snuggly a cat as Satch, so a mini version of him was too hard to resist. Then he reached his little paw through the cage and looked pleadingly at us like Puss n’ Boots in Shrek, and we lost the battle. So much for getting another adult.

Imagine this face with a paw stretched through the cage bars at us, and you can understand why we melted.

Imagine this face with a paw stretched through the cage bars at us, and you can understand why we melted.

Dizzy was either born with only 1 testicle, or has a 2nd one floating around in his little tummy, so we seriously considered naming him Testicles (pronounced Testiclees – like a very wise, uniballed Greek philosopher). He also has the cutest little kink at the end of this long fluffy tail. We got a defective cat. While we decided to name him Dizzy, his real name seems to be “Dizzy-No!” He’s rotten to his very core (as evidenced by the fact that when he poops, it smells like Satan himself is coming out of this cat’s butt), and he torments Satch like it’s his job. There are many times when I have seriously considered turning him into a shishkacat. This has resulted in Satch being even more sad and pathetic. And now, instead of Satch crying outside our bedroom door all night, Dizzy does it. Oops. He chews everything in the house like a damn dog. I thought maybe it was because he was losing his baby teeth or something, but he’s about a year and a half old now and he’s still doing it, so that’s not the reason. To date, he has destroyed/eaten 5 cat toys and chewed through 6 speaker wires, 1 dvd cord, 3 cell phone charger cords, 3 ribbons, 1 vacuum cord, 11 shoelaces, the plastic wrapping for at least 10 bundles of firewood, and chewed a bald spot into my hair. We’ve had to wrap all vital cords in terry cloth and duct tape.

This is what it now looks like behind our TV

This is what it now looks like behind our TV

His favorite game other than tormenting poor, sweet, Satch, is to wear belts. Here’s what I mean:

He does this for hours each day. He dives in and wriggles the loop onto him, wears it around like a belt, wriggles out, then repeats the process over and over and over. And Satch just looks at him, like, “what the hell is wrong with you?” I’m telling you, defective cat. Pitten.

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