I'm Rainbeaux and I'm a super big black cat with huge fangs that
always scare the Vet's assistants, but actually I'm a real pussycat.
And my pal here is Forty Karats (Mom gave him that name 'cause
he's a "Socks" type cat, and his face is white but his nose is
black with markings that make a big diamond) and he's scared of
anything with two legs ('cept Mom, of course) but real ferocious
otherwise (as long as the culprits are on the other side of the
screened porch). I'm 12 years old and 40K is 10 and almost as
big as I am, but he thinks he's still just a little kitten (thank
goodness).
We
have a GREAAAT time helping Mom (the wonderful "Original
Works by Dill O'Hagan"...we like to keep her encouraged) when
she's working in her studio. It's so much better now then when
she worked in an office and left us alone from early morning 'til
dark. We just slept all day, but now we only take catnaps 'cause
we have to take turns giving her our expert advice (and sometimes
criticism) on her paintings. When she's painting cats we sometimes
pose for her. You know cats are really good at keeping still for
a long time, but often I nod off and she pokes me awake again.
Or I'll be gazing out the window and start twitching (you know
what I mean) when there's excitment happening... like yesterday
a flock of huge swans swooped down and landed in the water in
front of our house.
Then,
when she HAS to paint dogs, Forty Karats and I are really helpful...
like.... "make his ears bigger, bigger, bigger and his eyes very,
very tiny." Then we run upstairs to laugh so she won't catch on.
But, every once in awhile she paints exotic BIRDS! That really
antagonizes us. We get very agitated and one time I was into my
"freaking" bit and came tearing around the corner, flew onto the
countertop and ran the length of it and somehow stepped into the
paint and right in the middle of the bird painting. Mom screamed
at me and I stopped dead with that "it couldn't have been me"
look on my face. Luckily for all of us, she doesn't paint too
many birds. (I'm waiting for someone to want a mouse or gerbil...
maybe she'll need a real one to pose for her, heh, heh, heh).
We hope all the two-legged folks reading this will visit my Mom's
homepage and order a beautiful pillow to honor their favorite
feline friend. We know all you Crazy Cats out there would love
one to snuggle next to on the sofa or bed, but, so far anyway,
we cats can't use the visa card or checking account. And Forty
Karats and I don't want mom to ever go to an office again and
leave us alone all day (heck, who would give us a "snack" every
couple of hours to keep us quiet?).
Take care, be cool and keep on napping. Snuggles & nuzzles...your
new cyberfelines,
I'm Rainbeaux and I'm a super big black cat with huge fangs that
always scare the Vet's assistants, but actually I'm a real pussycat.
And my pal here is Forty Karats (Mom gave him that name 'cause
he's a "Socks" type cat, and his face is white but his nose is
black with markings that make a big diamond) and he's scared of
anything with two legs ('cept Mom, of course) but real ferocious
otherwise (as long as the culprits are on the other side of the
screened porch). I'm 12 years old and 40K is 10 and almost as
big as I am, but he thinks he's still just a little kitten (thank
goodness). 
We
have a GREAAAT time helping Mom (the wonderful 
Then,
when she HAS to paint dogs, Forty Karats and I are really helpful...
like.... "make his ears bigger, bigger, bigger and his eyes very,
very tiny." Then we run upstairs to laugh so she won't catch on.
But, every once in awhile she paints exotic BIRDS! That really
antagonizes us. We get very agitated and one time I was into my
"freaking" bit and came tearing around the corner, flew onto the
countertop and ran the length of it and somehow stepped into the
paint and right in the middle of the bird painting. Mom screamed
at me and I stopped dead with that "it couldn't have been me"
look on my face. Luckily for all of us, she doesn't paint too
many birds. (I'm waiting for someone to want a mouse or gerbil...
maybe she'll need a real one to pose for her, heh, heh, heh).
We hope all the two-legged folks reading this will visit my Mom's
homepage and order a beautiful pillow to honor their favorite
feline friend. We know all you Crazy Cats out there would love
one to snuggle next to on the sofa or bed, but, so far anyway,
we cats can't use the visa card or checking account. And Forty
Karats and I don't want mom to ever go to an office again and
leave us alone all day (heck, who would give us a "snack" every
couple of hours to keep us quiet?).