Showing posts with label George. Show all posts
Showing posts with label George. Show all posts

Sunday, August 1, 2010

And the Winner Is...

I went to the Hollywood Bowl last night as the last entries rolled in.  Deftly using my Blackberry, I attempted to approve all comments.  Unfortunately I couldn't remember my password.  So when I got home, a bit after midnight because the ride home involved a dog rescue, I attempted to approve all the entries and wake George.

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George, unfortunately, had a busy night with the skunks.  (He believes he is their king, and wants to marry the fairest of the skunks, Schmedley-ette.)

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And George was fast asleep.

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I assembled all the entries...

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... and found the beaded hat.

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With no help from George, I placed the entries in the beaded hat.

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Then I woke George.

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I explained that I just needed his paw...

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...but he said he was hungry, and was getting up anyway.  (You see him here attempting to scan his butt... an activity similar to one we may have pursued in our youth with copier machines.)

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And finally George picked a winner!

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It's Gurglefish!

Gurglefish, by the way, makes beautiful crocheted works of art, which can be found in her etsy store and her eBay store.

So... Gurglefish!  Contact me (either here or on FaceBook or by email) and confirm your shipping address.  George is standing by to ship your bracelet and matching earrings to you.

George and I would like to thank everyone who participated.  It's been an adventure, and your input and comments mean so much to me.  I shall attempt to continue to entertain and bejewel you, and I hope you'll all stick around for the next beaded giveaway,

Now back to the beading board...

Monday, July 26, 2010

Kitties Who Wish on Stars

Star light, star bright,
First star  see tonight.
I wish I may, I wish I might
Have the wish I make tonight...

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Did you know that cats wish on stars?  That verse above?  That was being uttered by a cat.  When it's the magical hour ~ the hour when suddenly no cat wants to be brought inside for the night ~ that's what cats are doing.  They're racing outside to be the first one to spot the first star, because that first cat with the first star is the cat who gets her wish.  Only one cat succeeds each night.  The competition is fierce.

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Take the case of George.  George is a wishful guy.  So every day, as the sun begins to set, George trundles outside and looks heavenward for the first star.

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Then he says,
Star light, star bright,
First star  see tonight.
I wish I may, I wish I might
Have the wish I make tonight...

The first night he tried, he wished for a new collar.  He didn't get one.

The next night he hurried outside again, and meowed the special words.  This time he wished for the mat fairy to come and comb out his mats.  The mat fairy never showed up, but the cat next door wished fot a grocery bag to crawl in, and was last seen crawling in one, so George could see how he needed to persevere.

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The following evening George was a little late because he'd been swatting at the dog, but he tried anyway.  He wished for big paws.  But he was pretty sure he wasn't the lucky cat that night.

Then, the next afternoon, George thought he'd be smart.  He'd go out early and wait for the first star to twinkle in the sky.

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He waited and waited and waited.  The sky started to grow dim.  The earth cooled.  The trees whispered.  And then, magically, a star appeared in the sky.


"Star light, star bright,
First star  see tonight.
I wish I may, I wish I might
Have the wish I make tonight..."

George purred.  He made his wish: fresh tuna in his bowl!

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He got up.  He stretched.  He ambled inside, and what did he see...

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...but the most beautiful pile of sliced tuna that ever existed.  George purred and rolled around and ate like a kitty king that night.

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That night, as he lay on his fluffy pillow, George pondered the wonder of his wish.  He could have wished for anything, for that was his night!

Then George began to worry.  What if his night never came again?

And then he worried even more.  Why hadn't he asked for something bigger, more important?  Finally he fell asleep, dreaming of wishes waiting to be fulfilled.

So the next night, George prepared early.  He sat and waited for the first star, and when he saw it, he meowed the rhyme:


Star light, star bright,
First star  see tonight.
I wish I may, I wish I might
Have the wish I make tonight...

He made his wish: for peace on earth between all humans and all kitties and even dogs.

George did not get his wish that night, though he did get a nice new collar.  And every night, from that evening forward and for the rest of his life, George went out and made his wish for peace.

"It's the least I can do," said George.

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So if you see your cat looking at the stars, give them that moment because they might just be wishing for something wonderful for us all.

P.S.

One shouldn't wish for a bracelet.  Just buy it here, and wish for something important.

Monday, May 31, 2010

Confessions of a Bead-Driven Cat, Part 2

My name is George and I live in the bead room.

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I have a sister named Gracie.  She helped raise me, back when the Human rescued both of us.

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We live apart now.  She's single, too, and likes it that way.  But I'm a wild and crazy guy.  I'm a love machine.  You can see it in my eyes.

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My mama called those "bedroom eyes."  I've got 'em.  Oh yeah.  And I'm lookin' for love. The object of my affections lives nearby.  She comes by every evening to dine on the dish the Human puts out for the outside animals.

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The Human was making a Love necklace. 

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She used rose quartz and pink Peruvian opal.

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As I;m sure you're aware, pink opal is a joy-bringing stone. It can help to bring the sweetness and lightness back into life.  I need sweetness and lightness.

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Especially the lightness.

And rose quartz is called the love stone.   It opens the heart chakra to all forms of love: self-love, family love, platonic love, and romantic love. I want the romantic kind. 

So while she was making the earrings and dropping beads, which she loves to do, I got busy and nabbed some of those beads for moi.  The Love Machine.

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I put them in my bed and I slept with them. 

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The next time my sweet honey comes around, I'll be ready.  Hope I'm not too much man for her.  Oh, yeah.  And here's her sweet picture.

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If you're lookin' for love, I recommend the necklace and earrings.  Maybe you'll get lucky.