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Meet Hinton

11 Sunday Nov 2018

Posted by emilypageart in cats, humor, Uncategorized

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cat names, cats, jazz, jazz musicians, kitten, kitties, tuxedo cat

So, if you know me, you know I have little to no impulse control when it comes to furry critters. Within 24 hours of Dizzy’s death, I was ready to find another kitty to add to our family. Luckily, S was on board, so we headed out to our favorite shelter, Second Chance Pet Adoption, to get our snuggle on. Within seconds, we found a floof who was perfect. We looked at a few others for awhile (I thoroughly enjoyed sitting in a room and having kittens climb all over me, and if I could have just moved into the room with them, I totally would have), but kept coming back to this one little tuxedoed-up guy.

Hinton

Clearly, it was love at first sight for both of us. It’s scientifically impossible to say “no” to this look.

So we put in our application to adopt him and went home to fight over what to name him. So far, I’ve named all of my cats after jazz musicians (Ella Fitzgerald, Louis “Satchmo” Armstrong, Frank Sinatra, Dizzy Gillespie, Keely Smith, and Madeleine Peyroux) , so I was pushing hard to continue the tradition. S kept suggesting random, old-fashioned names that had nothing to do with anything: Barnabus, Thaddeus, Elridge, etc. But I held out for a jazz name, and the more he pushed for some rando-name, the sillier I got with my suggestions. Here is a list of the names I suggested that S shot down:

1. Thelonius Meownk
2. Charlie Purrker
3. Jelly Roll Meowton
4. Artie Paw
5. Wynton Meowsalis
6. Sonny Pawlins
7. Bing Clawsby

In the end, though, we settled on a name that S suggested that he didn’t know actually had a really great association for me: Hinton. For me, I associate that name with 2 things: 1) Milt Hinton, the jazz bassist and photographer who I met in high school and whose calendars I used to buy every year, and 2) my favorite cocktail from a restaurant in Charlottesville (bourbon – of course – spicy ginger ale, and muddled mint). So basically, we named our new kitten after booze and jazz. Seems appropriate for our house.

Hinton 3

Did he get into the bourbon already?!

Thus far, Keely is maaaaaaaaaad and Maddie is slightly miffed. Keely was not on speaking terms with any of us for awhile, but has already decided that it’s okay to speak to US as long as HE isn’t anywhere around. Progress. And Hinton is settling in nicely. I had forgotten how hard kittens play and then how hard they conk out, all floopy and floppy:

Hinton 2

This is some grade-A floopage.

I had also forgotten how much they fart. If he wasn’t so damn cute, I’d be tossing him from my lap every half hour.

I’ll get back to posting tattoos soon, but for now caaaaaaaaaaaats, because really:

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This little guy. We've named him Hinton. I'm in love. The other kitties are not. #cats #catsofinstagram #tuxedocat

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It’s Not Me, It’s My Head

18 Tuesday Jul 2017

Posted by emilypageart in cats, health, humor, Uncategorized

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blogging, cats, cluster headache, cupid, depression, headache, inspiration, jersey shore, kitties, kitty love, mental fog, migraine, postdrome, snooki, tension headache

I know I’ve been promising to get better about posting more regularly again. And I meant it when I promised it. But my head didn’t agree. I said, “I swear I’m going to post more,” but my head was all like, “Oh, but I have other ideas. I’m going to give you a week of migraines, cluster headaches, and tension headaches. And maybe some caffeine withdrawal headaches. And probably brain tumors or something. And then I’m going to give you postdrome, just for funsies.” Apparently, my head didn’t make that up, and “postdrome” is actually a thing. Basically, my head was like, “Hey, you know what would be fun? After a bunch of pain, let’s be stupid!!” And I totally went along with it. Because stupid is awesome?*

Also, I’m heading into that time of year when I go into a depression, and my creative juices dry up. I get creatively dehydrated. Not even bourbon can quench my creative thirst. It’s coming on a little early this year, due in part, I’m guessing, to all the headbitching. So I run out of interesting things to say and paint and instead spend all of my time binge watching Jersey Shore and complaining that not all three cats are snuggling with me at every single moment of every single day. I either need more cats or a smaller house so that there are less places for the cats I already have to sleep that don’t involve directly touching me.

all ma kitties

All mah kittehs on me at the same time. I has the heaven.

On top of that, as I have mentioned in the last two posts, I’m going through a major work transition that’s causing a fair amount of chaos from which I would prefer to hide. I was going to post about that right now, but I’m going to drag this shit out into another post so that I can do the work now, and not have to come up with anything to post about over the next couple days, thus maximizing my binge watching/snuggles time tomorrow and the next day. Fuck you postdrome, I bees smart.

*I was going to insert a clip of Snooki, from Jersey Shore, asking if cherubs were real, but apparently, that little nugget of reality TV gold didn’t register on anyone else’s radar enough to isolate a clip and post it on YouTube. So here’s a transcript I created:

Italian, tour guide, pointing out a fresco: “Cupid, the son of Venus, who will throw the arrow of love…”

Snooki: “So they’re real?”

Tour guide: “What – what do you mean are they real?”

Snooki: “The babies with wings?”

Tour guide: “They are character of mythology.”

Snooki: “Cool.”

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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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My Cats Are Broken

07 Thursday Apr 2016

Posted by emilypageart in humor, Uncategorized

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cats, dizzy, kitties, my cat is defective, my cats are broken, ridiculous cats, Satch

Guys, I think my cats are broken. They don’t seem to understand the concept of sitting somewhere comfortable. Take, for example, Satch, who thinks it’s super comfy to sit in an canvas bag we use to haul firewood inside. He does this all the time, whether there’s wood in the bag or not:

Satch in wood pile

Then there’s Dizzy, who somehow looks murderous in all the photos I take of him. He likes to sit half way on a couple chairs, rather than on just one. They are his chairs. He has claimed them:

Dizzy sitting on two chairs

Just like Satch is his, too. So back off.

Dizzy owns Satch.jpeg

I’m telling you, my cats are defective.

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