Being a crazy cat lady is not always easy but the benefits far outweigh any negative side effects. Such as the difficulty wearing black since it is a known magnet for cat fur is totally balanced by a 9 pound purring heat compress that will not leave your side when you feel bad or sad. ( I steadfastly refuse to talk about the fact that I currently have a “mystery yacker” who is leaving me unsavory piles of cat-hork around my house only to be found at the MOST inopportune times- the struggle is real folks)
Moving right along……..
Today I am excited to be partnering with Ink and Arrow fabrics to bring you some Crazy Cat Lady fun with their new collection Cat’s Meow! This collection along with the others from Ink & Arrow have a bit of hidden fun as well, making your fabric all that more adorable. 
This is going to be pretty simple.. I have 4 half yard packs of Cat’s Meow to give away.. I will be be making it even sweeter by adding some always fashionable BadAss swag so that you are then promoted to BadAss Crazy Cat Lady status!
What I ask of you is this. Leave a comment here, tell me something about your cat adventures that will make me feel better about mine! I would also like you to pop over to the Ink and Arrow Facebook Page and leave them some love thanking them for the giveaway, totally remember to mention BAQS 🙂 so we can do this more often!
Want to feel even better about new fabric? At SPOOL for as long as this collection lasts we will be donating a DOLLAR from each yard sold to animal charities and rescue. Doesn’t that feel good? My supply of this fabric is already dwindling so if I am out please check with your local quilt shop to see if they are carrying it. Remember that shopping local keeps your money in your local tax base!
COMMENTS ARE NOW CLOSED AND OUR WINNERS HAVE BEEN PICKED.. Congrats to the 4 who won!
Love cats. All the strays know me. We now have six. Running out of room for all of them to sleep on the bed. Gotta love them!
I’m a cat lover to the core. We currently have 3. Bongo, Bindi and Jasper. Our ancient Maine Coon just passed away a few months ago. We adored him and called him our Zombie cat because he was so old! The thing I love most about cats is that they are so quirky and independent. Mine make me laugh every single day, and love to hang out with me in my sewing room. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I feel your pain. I have a 15 year old cat who likes to hurl but only on carpeted surfaces or quilted table runners. Plain wood areas are to be shunned. What fun would that be? I, of course, adore him and my 4 year old cat who immediately takes my warm spot on the couch when I stand up. They give me so much love!!
Ohhhh, I love cat fabric! Have a container full but one can never have too much. As for cats also. Now have only 4 left———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————–In my complex I am known as the crazy cat lady, as my cats follow behind me whenever I go out — Had 5 until last Monday when we had to have our oldest boy put down, as his body was giving up. He was nearly 25. I have been collecting cat fabric to make a quilt so would love to add more!—————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————-
I’m the crazy cat lady that once walked out of the local shelter with 8 young cats. It was their final day and I couldn’t decide who would live or die, so I brought them all home. The shelter knows they can call me with feral or pregnant cats and I will always make room. My husband just sighs (he is allergic).
I have 50 years of being a cat partner. So many housemates, most of whom were the cat at the shelter who was cowering at the back of the cage and snarling at visitors! Now I have two cats who moved in and adopted me whether I liked it or not. They fill my life with love and are always with me wherever I am.
Found 2 stray kittens one week ago today. They were 2 weeks old. I have been bottle feeding them. They are thriving. I’m hoping to find good homes for them. I have 4 cars of my own and I have dogs too. There is no safe color to wear at my house.
Hmmm… want to feel better? My first cat was a one-eyed rescue that liked to bite the heads off of animal crackers. My current 27 lb geriatric behemoth stealthily eats my hair while I am sleeping (a definite fashion don’t… trust me!), has healthy plastic-licking and string-eating addictions, and was expelling his kibble from both ends all over the house until we recently changed him to wet food. I definitely qualify as a crazy cat person… with really bad hair!
LOVE this fabric. As my cat Bella makes frequent appearances on my blog, rest assured we would both LOVE to win this purrfect fabric. At 6 pounds she bosses around and terrorizes my 65-pound pibble (pitbull), who would like nothing better than for her to wash his face and ears as our previous cat used to. She gets close; he freezes, eyes half-closed (“come on, you know you want to!” expression) and then she whips around, tail flicking and saunters away. Diva.
My lovely cat used to sit on the scanner while I tried to scan an image. I once scanned just her…. Sitting with her behind on the glass… It is a weird image with lots of golden and ginger hair, some cute paws, and a cat’s wide eyed face!
She is still with me so many years later, and I enjoy the early morning cuddles when she comes to lay beside me on the bed.
When I am in the sewing room she sleeps in her catbed behind the sewing machine, but only if I put the step stool ready for her the climb up to the table. She is getting older and has trouble jumping. She will keep meowing till I put the step stool ready for her, ha ha!
Trying to photograph and quiltblock or anything fabric related is a real struggle… Within 3 second of putting the item on the floor to be photographed, she HAS to sit on it… Pride of place!
My cat, Lilly, has been a fixture in our house since she was found at our local park. She was too young to have been weaned and had to be bottle fed for a few weeks. Ten years later, she has morphed into big-fat-lazy-cat, with a middle age spread and attitude to match. I can’t imagine life without her! Thanks for the opportunity to win the adorable crazy cat lady fabric!
I just lost my 14 year old fur kid a week ago. Was really really hard. He used to jump up when my alarm went off and made sure I didn’t sleep in. I’ve slept I twice since then. Lol. We still have Willow, a now depressed diluted calico. Looking to get her 2 new small friends and keep her from being lonely. We are crazy cat people and happy to be as such!
I have two cats, a black short hair named Fuzzy Bucket and a 15# Maine Coon with polydactl front claws (a thumb…) who have been with me for 10 and 14 years. I always say that the kitty hair comes free with anything that you buy from me! Check out my blog post…
http://www.creativitycontinium.com/?p=2820
My cat adventure was back in college when I was visiting my cousin. I was laying on the sofa, talking to my cuz, when suddenly her cat launched itself at my face. I screamed and ducked. Later we realized that the cat “attacked” because my head was on it’s favorite perch, the arm of the sofa!
I have been owned by many feline friends/familiars in my life — from a huge old tomcat named Lone Ranger when I was two through a series of others. My personal favorite was a Siamese who owned my son and I for seven years before departing for the rainbow. Zippers did many fun things from talking not yowling at all hours anyone cared to sleep without consulting him to flushing toilets in the middle of silence so you thought of scenes from Psycho the movie not the cat. One of my favorite memories is of the black cat who adopted me a few years back –Wendall was fifteen when he adopted me. He was for the most part indifferent to me until I would get out a sewing project –he was fascinated by the bright light that warmed a spot for his arthritic paws to unstiffen in the mornings. When I purchased my Bernina 380 he was even more interested in the position of the power button —he learned to turn it on — I lived in fear that he would figure out the push button sewing button and hurt himself. He liked the sound of the motor as well as the heat from a long sewing session. He shied away from photos so all I have is the memory of him turning the machine on before I had a chance to, Strong muscles in such small packages.
One word. Petromalt. Really. Smear a one inch ribbon on your cats front paw everyday and soon those little hair ball presents will stop. Pick it up at your local pet store.
I am a cat mom to 7 (yes SEVEN) indoor cats, ranging in age from 1.5 years old to 16 years old. I love them all! They are all rescues and I am allergic to every single one of them, but I would not trade them for anything. They all sleep with me and each one has to be touching me…even with just a little paw! Needless to say, I have learned to not toss and turn…I mean, it’s impossible actually! They all puke up hairballs in the spring, so everyone gets shaved. I am not just the crazy cat lady…I am the crazy cat lady with weird looking naked cats! And I wouldn’t change a thing…except maybe to get more cats!
OMG, our boat is named The Cats’ Meow. Note the placement of the apostrophe. Yes, there is definitely more than one!! Love the fabric and your donating to help little critters! Also loved the bit about the kitty surprises. Been there, or should that be stepped there!
Our Sweetie fetches just like a dog and plays “baseball” and “hockey.” She also runs to the door if the doorbell rings–definitely not a scaredy-cat.
Love the joy and wonder of cats. When my cat died last October, several neighborhood cats then adopted me. 🙂 One doesn’t have a home and was nearly feral. He’s grown and mellowed so I can pet him and not just feed him. He looks for me and even chirp meows for attention/petting.
We have one indoor cat named Bustopher Jones. We have 10 outdoor cats, some feral. We feed them all, love them all.
funny this post should happen today. before I have even had a sip of coffee the hubs asks if I heard meowing in the night um no. Turns out one of the four went on an adventure and somehow got outside, (probably as the kid was unpacking the car from college) She is home and safe and asleep in her bed. Love this fabric and love what you do
Maddie, what a wonderful and hysterically funny idea…given the correlation of cats and quilting, I expect it will take you a while to read through these. One of our current generation was (still is?) feral and was hand-raised by our vet from 2 days of age until they found their unsuspecting targets in us…we brought her home when she was 7 weeks old. All was fine for the first few months, then we discovered her proclivity for wool and cashmere. She is apparently a big fan of cutwork as she has redesigned any sweater, sock or glove we are dumb enough to leave out. Then there were the 4 phone extension cords she chewed through…my favorite lap quilt…and the dozens of cloth napkins. Amazing what I find under the bed ?. After a kitty psychiatrist consult (no I’m it kidding…what can I say we’re New Yorkers), we put her on Prozac. (She is still NOT allowed in the closet ;)) She remains unapologetic …and absolutely gorgeous…and adored. ?
Thank you for doing this fun giveaway!
Our latest rescue (now two years old and a wild teenager) was rescued by our resident rescued dog. Harry Potter, the boy who lived, even has a white blaze on his forehead like his name sake. He weighed just 14 ounces when found. Her rescuer believes she is his mama and Harry believes it too. He has joined Bubba, Miss Goldie, and Sophia, aka, Ditzi, in our cattery. The rescue dog thinks she is in charge of them. We all know this is not true by a long shot!
When we first adopted our kitten Max, our golden chow dog Molly
(all blonde) seemed to think she had given birth to a feline puppy. She used to carry him around the house and we would always find him snuggled in her bed. She would look at me with a sheepish and puzzled look in her eyes as if to say, “I don’t remember that night at all!” The poor cat was always drenched with doggy spit!
Well, my favorite Jasper prank I’m most apt to tell has to do with the chipmunk he brought into the house to play with and share ~ ~ we had a tail-less chipmunk in the yard for quite some time ~ ~ I’m not sure their tails grow back!! But it did take me a while to figure out what made the strange noise as he escaped from Jasper. And I’m not any more keen on sharing quarters with chipmunks than I am with mice ~ ~ which he managed to bring out for show and tell occasionally (usually before death). Such generous little guys!!!
But Jasper is gone now and I miss him purring on my lap.
Kitties! Pick me, pick me! I have four weirdos. Velcro steals hair ties and puts them in the food dish. Milo has his own pillow because he’ll just lay on my face if my head’s in “his spot.” Wormy likes to pounce on the other kitties when they’re sound asleep. LokiBear bats my spools of thread around the house.
Sad day we lost our calico kitty in April..she bite an Easter lily and didn’t survive. Kit her sister has been sad ever since Dottie passed.
Love your fabric & your words. Only a cat lady would understand. I currently have 8 cats. Not my first choice but it seems they adopted me and I do their bidding. The prizes your cats leave you are preferable to the ones mine is currently leaving. I get up each morning looking for turds. 5;30 am wake up call. What to do?
When I lived in an apartment (on the second floor of the building), I didn’t realize there was an old, unused, dryer vent hole in my laundry/utility closet until the cat went in the closet and disappeared behind the hot water heater. First of all, I wasn’t supposed to have a cat, so I couldn’t call maintenance to help, and secondly, even if I could call for help, how the heck were we ever going to get her out of there?!? it took a few hours, but she finally came out by herself, unharmed, but covered in spider webs and dead bugs. The next day, I taped a piece of poster board over the hole!!
My Ozzy cat….. Still my favorite. Got him when I was 8 years old. I took him everywhere dressed in baby clothes. He would even ride with me on my bicycle (well until one day a semi truck got lost in our neighborhood and drove by, scaring the hell out of him…but that’s another story….LOL) This cat did not know it was a cat!!! He would even wear doll sunglasses (yes I have pictures to prove it….lol.) He loved to play fetch with aluminum foil balls and his favorite treat was cheetohs. Loved that crazy cat. He lived 22 years!!! Miss him still after all these years. We have 5 cats now. Yeah. I’m insane. Not because I wanted 5 cats!!!!! We had two, rescued one and it ended up being pregnant when we let it in. Now we have 3 grumpy old cats and two kittens that are driving all of us insane……LOL
My youngest boy cat, Bobbo, is AKA The 8th Earl of Humpington. He’s fixed, but he still tries. The girl cats are not the least bit amused.
I was house sitting – just got home from this in fact. I got up one morning, went to the bathroom, where the litter box is under a table by the potty. I saw the air freshener spray bottle was knocked over. So I reached down to sit it up. My fingers found that the cat had cleverly pushed the bottle over to hide her out of the box poop! UGH! I cleaned it up and washed my hands for a VERY long time.
I have a terrible allergy to cats and have never been able to own one, a long ago boyfriend (who had cats) told me that it wasn’t an actual allergy, but that I was so much like a cat and was destined to be an only cat!
4 cats here, which is insanity. Actually we had our favorite, and far too young, cat, Ziggy, die on us last month 🙁 but remaining are Ziggy’s littermate, our ambiguously gendered, micro-kitty (4 pounds, full-grown) Tuxi; old mama rescue cat, ‘Guini, her two grown “kittens” Winky and the mighty 27 lb Fudzee. Fudzee (so named when my son couldn’t pronounce “Fuzzy”) is a stealth pooper. I suppose I should be happy that he has moved from the dining room to approximately 8 inches from the litter boxes, but if you leave ANYTHING on the floor, he will poop next to it and try his best to drag it over top: blankets, shoes, legos, leaves, paper, sewing machine pedal (grrrrrrr), you get the idea. Only his morning poo, though. He is perfectly fine to poop in the box in the evening. Sigh.
My youngest cat, Hank, had to spend a night at my Dad’s house in his basement when we’re packing up to move to a new city. The next morning when we went to get him (and his big sister) he freaked out, ran behind the freezer and then crawled into the smallest hole imaginable INSIDE the freezer’s motor compartment. I had to remove the side panel and bend back some of the metal to extract him. I have no idea how he even managed it without injuring himself. Poor, crazy little cat! He was always my neurotic little man – sadly passed away unexpectedly before Christmas.
Our current kitty came to us as (what we thought) a stray. He was more than a little wild and it took us a lot of time and patience to win his trust. After we had gotten him to the vet for neutering and needed shots, we learned that he actually belonged to a farmer up the road and was one of several barn cats. By that time he had grown accustomed to a more civilized way of life and chose to call us his family.
My favorite kitty was one I rescued from a kudzu bank! Itty bitty kitty she was-just a fluff ball. Ending up being the best kitty I ever had!! She used to get on the roof ALL the time and we could never figure that out! She even got into the soffit once and I had to take it loose to get her! She would walk all over the farm with you, just like a dog and when she got tired I would wrap her around my neck and she rode home. When she was happy-she purred and the harder she purred, the more she drooled!! My, how I miss that kitty named Harri!! I have two kitties now that I love dearly! Their biggest tricks are helping me sew!!
I have 3 cats now. All indoor cats. One, who shall remain nameless, gets a wild hair every once in a while to use my stove as her litter box. This might last a week or a month. Just as suddenly, she’ll go back to using the box. Each cat has its own box, I’ve tried changing the litter, location, food, etc. I think she is just trying to drive me nuts!!!
Our cat used to play hide and seek with us on walks. He’d run ahead and hide behind a tree when we’d get there, he would jump out and “scare” us!
I have a cat who will only sit in my lap when I am in my quilt studio, not anywhere else in the house. It’s either that, or lounging across my cutting table, preferably on a pattern I’m trying to refer to, or across the newest fabric. Sometimes it takes a little extra time to make a block!
I have always had cats. It started with my mother who had a cat magnet under her house.
I love my cats. Nothing better than seeing them curled up asleep on one of my quilts.
I don’t currently own a kitty right now, but have in the past. “Mouse” used to howl when he would hear my car pull up, and the neighbors would laugh and say “Mom’s Home”! He had so many traits, including squeaking when he was a baby (hence his name) and playing tag with me. He liked to scare the heck out of the neighbors by hiding behind bushes, and then he would jump out at them on his hind legs with his front paws in full frontal attack, and then he would run off and hide. A few people commented to me that my D–m cat scared the heck out of them. People would ask me years later if I still had that “crazy” cat. One day I will have to get another.
1998 was the year the cat threw up in my shoe. I got ready for work, put on my shoes and immediately wondered, “Why is my foot wet?” She threw up every morning. Eventually we discovered she had a bleeding lymph cancer tumor in her stomach and she vomited when her stomach was empty.
She would bring crickets upstairs from the basement and let them go when she got tired of playing with them. Of course they hid under the furniture and tortured me all night with their chirping.
Charlie, our La Perm, enjoys shoulder surfing, or scaling peoples back with claws fully extended. While we are used to it, we often have to rescue friends and trades people, as a slight, ginger cat suddenly launches himself at them. Then we have to check their vehicle before leaving, since he loves stowing away for a car-ride. He especially loves night journeys around town. We once saw a movie, then came back to the car after two hours to find him waiting for us. Now we check the car a little more thoroughly.
Gotta love a cat.
No cats here because my husband is allergic, but I cheer on the neighbor’s cats who keep the rabbit population down. (The rabbits have been attacking my flowers and eating them to the ground.)
I have three beautiful cats children. They all have such unique and wonderful personalities. My big fluffy boy named Aslan is incredibly vocal. He loves to yell at me whenever he’s out of food, his litter box is full, when he wants me to open the blinds for him, or if he’s not getting enough attention. Anytime I’m sewing, doing any quilting, or crafting he has to either be in my lap or right in my way. Doesn’t matter is I’m laying out pieces, or running something through my machine. The ONLY way I can get him to settle down and let me have my space… Is to go get his favorite fuzzy throw blanket. (We got it from Costco… and Yes, it has to be that exact blanket.) I then have to pull a chair up right next to mine, fold his blanket up noce and neat, and lay it in the said chair. Only then will he crawl into the nest I’ve made him, and he’ll watch me sew for a bit before he inevitably falls asleep. He’s my sewing buddy and I wouldn’t change it for the world.
I stepped on a cat poop at dark o’clock this morning. A stinky one, in the kitchen. While wearing my shoes with the extra textured tread to grab that turd and make it one with the shoe.
Cats. Gotta love ’em, or you’ll kill ’em.
While I am allergic to cats I don’t have any living at my home. However, I am a fantastic kitty aunt to Poshy. I have already made her a quilt of her very own and I am always looking for fun cat fabric for quilts I make for her mum. These are purrrrrfect! They would make the best birthday gift ever! #bestkittyauntalive