A question?

I made this card for my former boss who is working on a very difficult project and I wanted to let her know we are all still thinking of her and supporting her in this new endeavor.  I used a single sheet of paper from the Stella and Rose 6 by 6 pad by My Mind's Eye.  When Paper Zone was going out of business, I bought a couple of packages of heavy weight vellum.  That vellum cuts beautifully in the Cameo making these butterflies truly gorgeous.  The sentiment is from that same Inkadinkado Garden Flowers set (just love the sentiments on that set) again stamped with Red Riding Hood ink from Stampin' Up.  I finished off the butterflies with a few liquid pearls. 

It's sad to say, because it means that I must be getting older, but I absolutely cannot remember where I found the inspiration for this card. I know I was looking through my sketch book, which has sketches from PageMaps and Mojo Monday, and browsed through both A Card-a-Day and The Best of Card Creations, both by Papercrafts. So I'm sure it must have come from one of those. But who knows which one?

But my real question of the day is:  am I the only one with kitty treats stocked in the craft room?  Zoey really only likes beef Temptations.  So I keep them on hand in my craft room for her. In addition, she now has a little bowl of her favorite dry food in there too (although all the furballs keep eating it too).  So I have a bag of food and I usually have a back-up package or two of Temptations, but Safeway ran this great sale recently so I was able to pick them up super cheap.  So now I have huge stockpile in the closet in my craft room, making me look like the crazy cat lady.  So am I the only one?

Hunger Strike Ends

I've been on a hunger strike. The beans apparently "ran out" of Temptations. I ask you, what kind of idiot runs out of Temptations? Then they thought they could cover their malfeasance by putting some of the junk they feed the furballs in the name of "treats" on top of my stinky goodness. Did they really think I wouldn't notice that those "treats" weren't Temptations?

Well, I showed them. For three days they put down my bowl with those fake "treats" on top of the stinky goodness. I would smell the fake "Temptations" and then just walk away leaving my food uneaten. Of course the furballs, the little Hoovers they are, would gobble it all up. But I, unlike the furballs, have standards.

The beans begged me to eat. They told me that the store was out of beef Temptations and this was the best they could do. Who do they think they are kidding? I don't care if the store down the street is out of Temptations. I don't care how far out of their way it is to find a store that has them in stock. That's not my problem. I put up with salmon, chicken and dairy versions of Temptations in the past when the store was out of beef. I can show a little mercy, but no Temptations at all is not acceptable! Apparently they finally figured it out and hauled their fannies across town to Petco to get me my beef Temptations. (Mind you this is an old picture because I still haven't forgiven them so I won't cooperate with their attempts at a photo shoot.)

Aah... the joys of stinky goodness sprinkled with Temptations... life is sweet. Then out of the blue, Dad walks in with a package from DaisyMae Maus, my cousin, just packed full of Temptations! What a joyous day! Oh thank you DMM, thank you, thank you, thank you.

New toys

Mommy says she's very tired tonight and I can't have the computer for more than a couple of minutes. She was muttering under her breath about CC&Rs, Daddy's boat and finishing the fence the previous owners never finished. Anyhow, they got home really late with some wood stuffs, but more importantly a bag from the pet place! I got more bags of beef Temptations (but Mommy was muttering under her breath about having to go to multiple stores and still only getting two bags and how that's only going to last a few days at the rate that I eat them, what do I care, that's her problem) and some new toys. Sure enough, the furballs confiscated my new toys so I didn't get to see more than a glipse of a little mousie, a plastic mousie that smelled like it might have nip and the prize, a new nip carrot with fevers. Stupid furballs. Just wait until they aren't looking, I'll snag myself the nip carrot, but I'm smart enough to stay out their bunny-kicking, kitty pouncing way in the meantime.