Happy Caturday – March 2021

March is a magical month. It’s women’s month. It’s a witches’ month. Winter is winding down and we should take time to relax and replenish a little before we get busy on spring tasks. I know 2021 was off to a shaky start, but I hope things are turning around, wherever you are.

When Eyes Turn Green -Art by Janie Olsen

Artist: Janie Olsen
Where to purchase goods: Janie Olsen’s art is only sold through galleries, please see her website for details and locations.
www.thestorybookstudio.com/

Happy Caturday – February 2021

It’s February and love is in the air or it could be gas from all the candy you’re eating.

In any event, why not give your valentine a gift they’ll truly treasure, like cool gothic art from Nina Friday.

Seven – Art by Nina Friday

Artist: Nina Friday
Where to purchase goods: https://www.etsy.com/listing/64765794/seven-gothic-valentine-black-kitty-cat

Happy Caturday-Jan 2021

Do cats like snow? I feel this art entitled Snowy by English artist Vicky Mount gives us an answer closest to the truth.

Snowy – Art by Vicky Mount

Artwork: Snowy by Vicky Mount and can be purchased at Red Bubble Shop and tomcatcards.com

Poe Sunday: The Black Cat

Poe Sundays are all about honoring the works of Edgar Allan Poe. The Black Cat can be a tough read for many, as there’s quite a bit of animal cruelty, but that does play a part in the story and why it’s considered one of the most frightening short stories ever written. This blog does not condone the act of animal cruelty, nor do I believe that was the author’s intention.

The Black Cat
by Edgar Allan Poe
(published 1845
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For the most wild, yet most homely narrative which I am about to pen, I neither expect nor solicit belief. Mad indeed would I be to expect it, in a case where my very senses reject their own evidence. Yet, mad am I not — and very surely do I not dream. But to-morrow I die, and to-day I would unburthen my soul. My immediate purpose is to place before the world, plainly, succinctly, and without comment, a series of mere household events. In their consequences, these events have terrified — have tortured — have destroyed me. Yet I will not attempt to expound them. To me, they have presented little but Horror — to many they will seem less terrible than barroques. Hereafter, perhaps, some intellect may be found which will reduce my phantasm to the common-place — some intellect more calm, more logical, and far less excitable than my own, which will perceive, in the circumstances I detail with awe, nothing more than an ordinary succession of very natural causes and effects.

From my infancy I was noted for the docility and humanity of my disposition. My tenderness of heart was even so conspicuous as to make me the jest of my companions. I was especially fond of animals, and was indulged by my parents with a great variety of pets. With these I spent most of my time, and never was so happy as when feeding and caressing them. This peculiarity of character grew with my growth, and, in my manhood, I derived from it one of my principal sources of pleasure. To those who have cherished an affection for a faithful and sagacious dog, I need hardly be at the trouble of explaining the nature or the intensity of the gratification thus derivable. There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a brute, which goes directly to the heart of him who has had frequent occasion to test the paltry friendship and gossamer fidelity of mere Man.

I married early, and was happy to find in my wife a disposition not uncongenial with my own. Observing my partiality for domestic pets, she lost no opportunity of procuring those of the most agreeable kind. We had birds, gold-fish, a fine dog, rabbits, a small monkey, and a cat.

This latter was a remarkably large and beautiful animal, entirely black, and sagacious to an astonishing degree. In speaking of his intelligence, my wife, who at heart was not a little tinctured with superstition, made frequent allusion to the ancient popular notion, which regarded all black cats as witches in disguise. Not that she was ever serious upon this point — and I mention the matter at all for no better reason than that it happens, just now, to be remembered.

Pluto — this was the cat’s name — was my favorite pet and playmate. I alone fed him, and he attended me wherever I went about the house. It was even with difficulty that I could prevent him from following me through the streets.

Our friendship lasted, in this manner, for several years, during which my general temperament and character — through the instrumentality of the Fiend Intemperance — had (I blush to confess it) experienced a radical alteration for the worse. I grew, day by day, more moody, more irritable, more regardless of the feelings of others. I suffered myself to use intemperate language to my wife. At length, I even offered her personal violence. My pets, of course, were made to feel the change in my disposition. I not only neglected, but ill-used them. For Pluto, however, I still retained sufficient regard to restrain me from maltreating him, as I made no scruple of maltreating the rabbits, the monkey, or even the dog, when by accident, or through affection, they came in my way. But my disease grew upon me — for what disease is like Alcohol ! — and at length even Pluto, who was now becoming old, and consequently somewhat peevish — even Pluto began to experience the effects of my ill temper.

One night, returning home, much intoxicated, from one of my haunts about town, I fancied that the cat avoided my presence. I seized him; when, in his fright at my violence, he inflicted a slight wound upon my hand with his teeth. The fury of a demon instantly possessed me. I knew myself no longer. My  original soul seemed, at once, to take its flight from my body; and a more than fiendish malevolence, gin-nurtured, thrilled every fibre of my frame. I took from my waistcoat-pocket a pen-knife, opened it, grasped the poor beast by the throat, and deliberately cut one of its eyes from the socket! I blush, I burn, I shudder, while I pen the damnable atrocity.

When reason returned with the morning — when I had slept off the fumes of the night’s debauch — I experienced a sentiment half of horror, half of remorse, for the crime of which I had been guilty; but it was, at best, a feeble and equivocal feeling, and the soul remained untouched. I again plunged into excess, and soon drowned in wine all memory of the deed.

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Wicked Art Wednesdays – Jeff Granito

We’re kicking off Wicked Art Wednesdays this Halloween 2020 season with one of my favorites, Artist and Designer, Jeff Granito!

After graduating with a BFA in Graphic Design from Art Center College of Design in Pasadena, Jeff Granito was tapped by Disney to work on new art and merchandising, which you may have seen adorn the shelves of Disneyland’s Main Street shops if you’ve visited the park sometime in the past 20 years.

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Now working as a freelance artist, this uber talented Tiki enthusiast has had the opportunity to produce amazing works of art and graphics for big time movie studios, including Walt Disney, Warner Bros., Fox, Nickelodeon, and dozens of other name brand companies. There’s so much more to say but I’m just gonna let his magnificent art doing the talking.

Artist: Jeff Granito
Company/Studio: Jeff Granito Designs
Where to Purchase Goods: https://www.jeffgranitodesigns.com/shop

https://www.spoonflower.com/profiles/jeffgranitodesigns

Aloha Spirts Night ©JeffGranito

Website:  https://www.jeffgranitodesigns.com/
Social Media: Instagram @jeffgranitodesigns

Haunted Float Face Mask by Jeff Granito

Happy Caturday! October

Trick or Treat ©Ryta

Artist: Ryta (Margaryta Yermolayeva) 
Website: https://www.amazon.com/handmade/RYTAS-ART-WORLD


Where to purchase goods:
https://fineartamerica.com/art/paintings/ryta?gclid=EAIaIQobChMI8Mm6wJ6Z7AIVEsDICh0xlgxvEAMYASAAEgJqifD_BwE

Moon Dance ©Ryta

Happy Caturday! September

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Artist: Susan Brack
Website: https://susanbrack.com/section/454324-HALLOWEEN-ART.html
Where to purchase goods:
https://www.zazzle.com/collections/halloween_spooktaculars_by_susan_brack-119796574229696756

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Happy Caturday!

Happy August! Countdown to Halloween begins! Only three months away! After missing July, we’re back, celebrating cool cat art the first Saturday of every month now. This month’s artist is Lisa M. Nelson, a masterful, creative cat painter, and huge Halloween fan.

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Lisa M. Nelson Art

 

Artist: Lisa M. Nelson
Website: https://www.lisanelsonart.com/

Where to purchase goods: www.etsy.com/shop/ArtbyLisaMNelson

 

 

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