simply cute by karin

All hail Pudding the cat!

Karin — Thu, 23 Feb 2012 23:27:14 +0000

I had no idea what to blog about today until I read this heartwarming story on the Huffington Post about a newly adopted cat who saved it’s owner’s life. Our hero’s name is Pudding. Here’s an excerpt from the article, along with a Pudding the cat doodle I did during lunch today. Check out the full article.

Amy Jung, who has had diabetes since childhood, started having a diabetic seizure in her sleep.

That’s when Pudding sprang into action. The fast-acting feline sat on Jung’s chest in an attempt to wake her up and when that didn’t work, he nudged and nipped her face until she briefly returned to consciousness.

In that moment, Jung was able to call out to her son Ethan, but he couldn’t hear her calls. Luckily, Pudding darted into Ethan’s room and pounced on the bed until he woke up and was able to call for help.

Can we stop evolving already?

Karin — Wed, 22 Feb 2012 00:41:09 +0000

Have you noticed that, these days, people no longer change? Instead we evolve. Everything we do involves evolution. Our eating habits evolve, our taste in music evolves, our paper products evolve. We’re evolving so rapidly that soon we’ll devolve into single-cell organisms with no sense of fashion or etiquette, and then we’ll be back on the evolution fast track again.

This is my nod to what has become one of the most overused words in the English language, “evolve.” Presumably this is happening because it’s a sciencey sounding word and everyone thinks that’s cool. Personally, I’d like to stop evolving and just go back to changing and adapting. All this evolving is giving me a headache.

Disco cat for Illustration Friday

Karin — Sun, 19 Feb 2012 15:40:52 +0000

Illustration Friday has a fun weekly challenge where participants are asked to create an illustration around a theme word. This week’s word is “fluid.” Here we have disco cat tearing up the dance floor with ballerina girl.

To do list: I can’t possibly do all this!

Karin — Sat, 18 Feb 2012 14:27:33 +0000

I recently added this cute to do list to my Etsy shop. Unlike the other note pad in my shop, I included lines on this one. I’m wondering whether that’s a good thing or not. So my question is this:

Do you like your note pads/to do lists lined or unlined?

Hair brained bunnies

Karin — Fri, 17 Feb 2012 14:01:46 +0000

Silly, hair-brained bunnies!

OMG. I’m old

Karin — Wed, 15 Feb 2012 22:53:30 +0000

Don’t you wish we could stop worrying about how “old” we are, and start thinking positively about the years we have ahead? Life doesn’t stop at 13 or 25 or 30 or 40 or 50 or 60 or more. There’s always something to do. Something to learn. Someone to love.

Be my Valentine or I’ll pout

Karin — Tue, 14 Feb 2012 12:22:24 +0000

Be mine or I’ll pout! One of my customers who bought this magnet had the cutest comment:

This will be a great V-day present for the husband… to remind him of my powers.

Happy Valentine’s Day to all!

Even Saint Patrick loved Guinness

Karin — Sun, 12 Feb 2012 15:47:01 +0000

It wouldn’t be St. Patrick’s Day without the saint himself wearing cat eye glasses, sporting a shamrock on a hybrid mitre/leprechaun hat, and pontificating about Guinness beer. So here it is, my first ever Saint Patrick’s Day magnet. I’ll probably add a card with this image too.

Bite or purr? Kitty is so torn

Karin — Sat, 11 Feb 2012 12:25:50 +0000

Cats are so emotionally and psychologically conflicted that when you hug them, they’re torn between whether to purr or bite you. If you hold them long enough, eventually the latter will happen. (BTW, Wookie is my lovin’ noogie nickname for my own mentally unbalanced kitty.)

Please eat these Girl Scout cookies so I don’t

Karin — Thu, 09 Feb 2012 00:34:24 +0000

This year, I really wanted to help the Girl Scouts raise money, but I can’t be in the same room with Thin Mints or Tagalongs without devouring them immediately. The compromise was to buy a couple of boxes from a co-worker and dispatch them to the break room, pronto, before they damaged my thighs.

I still managed to stuff FIVE cookies in my mouth before foisting them on the office. To my relief, most of them were gone by the time I got to work the next morning. Now the Girl Scouts are a little richer and my butt is no bigger than it was on Monday. It’s a happy ending for all (so to speak).