I have been asked by several people about making slow feeder bowls for their pets. I didn’t know how to make them and felt a bit intimidated because there is not much information on how to make a slow feeder. But when my Grand-dog asked me to make one for him, I just couldn’t say … More I Didn’t Think I Could
Temperatures in the 70’s this week! I am finally back behind the wheel after a very cold and wet spring! Grand-dog came by for a visit and curious as to what I was doing. Warming up my throwing muscles. Starting with 1/2 pound of clay. Making small bowls to sell as trinket or ring dishes, … More Warming Up!
I meant to publish this yesterday . . . Thursday . . .Now Friday 🙄 Posted originally on my other blog, Grandma Is Blogging, in 2018. Slowing moving posts here from there. We used to feed the birds. That was until the cats started feasting on the birds. Inadvertently, we fed the squirrels too. One day, … More Throwback Thursday: Squirrel!
Back home. . . These two are waiting for warmer weather and long sunny afternoons to return to the back porch. Who needs fancy store bought cat beds when a good old box will do. Notice they are plugged in. Because both are elderly cats, the warmth from the heating pad beneath the blanket makes … More Meanwhile
Our three inherited cats have me well trained: feeding times – rigid feeding times or else culinary preferences (an expensive lesson to learn) day time activities – napping night time activities – yowling door manager – open, outside; open, inside; repeat unless sniffing the air contemplating going outside or inside As you can see below, … More Three Cats One Year Later
Full moon April 2021. All known cat behavior and schedules flew out the window into the cool spring time air. Midnight ended up with a urinary tract infection. He stopped drinking and eating and was very lethargic all of which was upsetting for Boo. After calling seven vets on a Monday morning, we finally were … More Cat Mayhem
The three cats are growing used to their new home so much so they have taken to venturing outside. The ginger cat has always been an indoor lap cat. King of his domain not sharing his human, food and space with other cats. Now look at him (photo in slideshow below)! All brave and outside, … More Update: And Then There Were Three
Soaking up the sun on our back porch. Why, yes. I made the mug! 😉 Test tiles waiting to be fired then glazed and fired again. I feel like somebody is watching me! This is Midnight. He is the Semi-feral cat we adopted. He seems to be adjusting very well and has become the most … More A View from My Back Porch Studio
We have had many cats through the years. Five over the past 30 years. When Miss Kitty passed away in October, I was done with cats and gave away all of our cat things. The cosmos laughed and laughed. Meet the newest additions to our empty nest . . . Yes, that’s three cats. THREE! … More And Then There Were Three
2020 has sucked. It has really sucked. I lost my mom in June. Lost my mother in-law in September. And this week we lost Miss Kitty who was 20 years young. “The earth will never be the same againRock, water, tree, iron, share this greifAs distant stars participate in the pain. A candle snuffed, a … More Nothing Loved is Ever Lost
Today was glazing day. And laundry day. Glazing and laundry on the same day? What could go wrong? I shouldn’t ask. It is still 2020 after all! While eating lunch, I noticed a young Robin drinking from one of Miss Kitty’s handmade water bowls. It is nice see other critters enjoying a drink from my … More Behind the Scenes of a Part Time Potter
The back porch has a half dozen handmade pet dishes filled to the brim with cool fresh water. I made them just for her, Miss Kitty. She prefers drinking from the Tonka dump truck. It used to be our son’s now it’s our grandson’s Miss Kitty’s. So, I keep it filled with cool fresh water. … More You Can Lead a Cat to Water
Over the past few months the need for a shallow cat dish became apparent. Miss Kitty,17 years young, refused to eat out of her regular cat bowl. I thought it was her food but learned it was her food dish. She developed whisker stress. Whiskers are extremely sensitive, and when a food bowl is too … More Necessity is the Mother of Invention
Miss Kitty and I are enjoying today’s heat wave of 65 degrees! While Miss Kitty roams around the back yard, I set to work on my new molds. Last winter I had one mold to produce unique organic shaped shallow dishes or bowls. Because these dishes sold well, I wanted to increase my production. … More A Respite from Winter
Well, this is a first! Apparently one of our cats took refuge in my drying box . . .on a bowl! LOL
Curtains shredded. Upholstered furniture threadbare. Carpet tattered. Spring? Still waiting.
Day ‘whatever’ inside with the humans due to the abominable cold white stuff all over the place outside.I grow tired and bored with the human toys – the curtains, upholstered furniture, carpet , throw rugs and house plants. Sigh…And so, I nap.
I unloaded the kiln this morning. There are a few minor disappointments but over all I’m pleased with the results. I was disappointed in how several paw prints turned out, rather they didn’t. Not sure what happened because I used the same technique as all the others. Looks like our cats may get a few … More Fresh out of the Kiln
I woke up to a nice surprise this morning unlike other mornings that require removing an odd assortment carcasses and entrails from the house or back porch. Eeew! As I logged onto Etsy I found a delightful message in my inbox from Suzy, a fellow Etsyian, who wanted to let me know she was featuring … More A Monday Morning Surprise
My daughter’s cat, has been close to me all week; literally. She never paid me any attention until now. She’s even keeping me company on my back porch studio – bringing me all sorts of “treats” like birds and mice to try to cheer me up! UPDATE: 7/25 Did a bisque firing today. She did … More Onward
I’m in a bit of a slump lately. Think it is because my task master – kiln sitter walked right off the back porch last week and hasn’t been seen since; disappeared without a trace.