Wednesday, December 20, 2017

The Night Before Solstice

 
Twas the night before Solstice
When I and the cats
Had just settled down
For a long winter's nap

When out in the hallway
There arose such a clatter
Thunking and clunking
What on earth was the matter?

The cats were not with me
I found none in the house
Has they all scattered thither
In chase of a mouse?

I roared as I strode through
The doorways and halls
"What the hell are you doing?"
"What's doing on?"

The last door I yanked open
Revealed a surprise
Leto the kitten
With huge frightened eyes

His head was wedged firmly
Inside a glass jar
I don't even know
How he'd made it that far

In this airless prison
His doom was foretold
I had to act swiftly
I had to be bold

Left hand on the kitten
Right hand on the jar
I grabbed his neck tightly
And twisted the jar

I pulled and I pulled
With all of my might
And I freed my small friend
From his terrible plight

I calmed him and soothed him
And called him by name
"Oh Leto! Poor Leto!"
"You're all right again!"

His purr increased swiftly
And I swear he made clear
"Blessed Solstice to all!"
"I'm so glad I'm still here!"
 
Leto Bigfoot 2017
 

Monday, November 27, 2017

A Scratch and Dental Meditation


A good picture framer always strives to send out finished framing jobs as close to perfection as is humanly possible.  The frame must be flawless, the glass must be sparkling, and the matting must be free of any stray specks or cat hairs (heh heh heh).  With a shop cat in residence, my frames always leave in pristine condition, even if I have to take them apart several times and redo them.  My shop may be an unholy mess but my frame jobs are always impeccable in the end.

Several years ago I framed a show for one of my very favorite photographers.  It hung at the Burchfield-Penney so the smooth black frames with their brilliant white matting arrived at the gallery in mint condition.  Some of the pieces were sold but most of the frames were stored until she brought them back to me to be re-used for her upcoming exhibition at Nichols School.

At first glance, it appeared as though we had fifteen good used frames and needed only five new ones for the new show.  Upon closer examination, however, most of the original frames had suffered due to moving, jostling, and storage.  There were many scratches and dents which could not be repaired.

I messaged her: 
 
Good news versus bad news. Of the 15 frames you brought in, I can really only reuse 3 - the rest are scratched and gouged all to pieces - and as picky as you are about your printing, so am I picky about your frames. The good news is all 15 mats/glass/backings are OK.

She pondered this over the weekend and phoned me the following Tuesday.  We decided that if it were possible, I would make the frames even more scratched and dented—all of them.  All twenty of them.

Backstory:  the photographer is Missy Kennedy Cleary, known far and wide for her amazing photographs of children, women, families, horses and dogs.  Dogs are her special passion—she is surely a dog whisperer; and she has long been associated with the Erie County SPCA.  Every animal she has photographed for them finds forever homes as soon as the portraits go up on their website.
 
In the shelter world, animals who have been longtime residents of the system (through the fault of their own horrid or unknowable backstories) become harder and harder to place the longer they are in residence.  They lose hope, hang back, hiding from potential adopters—they have given up on ever finding their own humans to love.  Some shelters call these dejected creatures the “scratch and dents”—they are perfectly good on the inside but maybe not be “show ring” perfect on the outside.  They need a little work and a lot of patience and love.  And that’s when Missy steps in and brings out the best in them.  Missy sees beneath the sadness and fear and soon enough hopeful eyes and uppy ears and even the hesitant wag of the tail appear and, as if by magic, their lingering suspicions are completely erased.  Her unconditional love and photographic expertise bring out the best in any creature she has ever photographed (well, except for my parents—but that is another story for another day).

For this show Missy collected all of her favorites and had way too much fun playing with them in Photoshop—going into full Lichtenstein/Warhol mode with a riot of color and texture—or echoing vintage etchings with just a hint of line and shape and tone.
 
It took me a while to find the perfect tool for the "scratch and dental" procedure.  I consulted my framer friends from around the world, and one homemade tool worked especially well on my sample of moulding.  After all these years of producing perfection, I must admit I had fun beating up these frames.  And they turned out great. 

Mama Lucy, Shop Cat, tried to help with the scratching part.
Framing wire strung with every bolt in my collection did the trick.


I adore all of these photographs, but here are some of my very favorites.  I wonder if one day my kitties would  allow me to adopt a dog.



All ready for the show!
Missy and her daughter picked up all twenty of the frames and loaded them into the back of her SUV.  The next day she was to deliver them to the school for the show.  Unfortunately, the next morning is when I received this message from her:
 
Had a complete catastrophe
6 came flying out of the car and broke

I want to jump off a cliff

Oh noes!
 Luckily for all, back when I was still seeking absolute perfection, I had ordered extra of these smooth black frames and as it turns out, I had exactly six, all ready to be beaten up and fitted.  Only one mat was lost, two pieces of glass were shattered, and none of the prints were damaged at all.  Whew!  MarGyver triumphs again!

 


Sunday, April 30, 2017

Kats‘n’Grammar Kids


Remember back in the early golden days of the movies when a gang of neighborhood kids would be playing in someone’s back yard and one kid (such as Judy Garland or Mickey Rooney) would get a brilliant idea and shout, “Hey, kids, let’s put on a show!” These productions were always scatterbrained and silly yet everyone had a grand time and in the movies back then everyone always lived happily ever after.

Well, once upon a time there was an awe-inspiring author who wrote charming stories about a guy in Seattle and a clowder of cats and kittens who were world famous on the Internet.  A number of the fans of these cats and kittens and these charming stories wished that there could be a real honest-to-goodness book, printed on real paper in the time-honored fashion, a book you could hold in your hands so the stories could be read again and again (even if there was a power failure).
 
There was a shout, “Hey, kids, let’s make a book!” The magic wand was waved, the incantation was recited, and voilĂ “Sing to the Moon” by Jill Pickford popped into existence! 

It was like magic!
But perhaps I exaggerate a tad. It may not have been quite as simple as that. 

Let’s go back in time and tell this story from its beginning.  Jill Pickford began watching Foster Dad John’s Critter Room on Livestream with Rosemary’s Spice Kittens in the Fall of 2012.  Several litters later, by the Spring of 2013, while watching Kari’s Mythbuster litter, her first story was born.  She shared this with FDJ’s Critter Room Facebook page and everyone who read it loved it.  The fandom began.

More stories came along now and againJill was carefully developing and slowly unveiling a complete mythos, with a cast of characters (feline and human) spanning recorded history, the cosmos, and kittens on the Internet.  It was a mesmerizing world, causing readers to both laugh and weep (ofttimes both at once).

By November of 2015, The Critter Room was celebrating its Golden Jubileeand John had raised and nurtured well over 200 cats and kittens in The Critter Room. Through his sponsoring shelter (Purrfect Pals in Arlington, Washington) most of them had been adopted into wonderful forever homes and a majority of the ones who had been on the Kitten Cam had their own Facebook pages. Many more delightful stories followed from Jill's fruitful imagination.  The richly embroidered fantasy world she envisioned slowly expanded and coalesced into a continuing story line, taking place on both the earthly plane and in the spiritual realm on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge.

In addition to FDJ’s cats and kittens finding perfect forever homes, and these heart-warming stories being written, another unexpected phenomenon was unfolding.  A wondrous group of people from all over the world were getting to know each other, first through their computers and phones and tablets, and then many met in person at a series of yearly Kitten Cam Cons, taking place initially in Seattle, then several European conventionsand next, who knows?  Kitten Cammers will take over the world!

But back to our timeline: February of 2016enter Nancy, one of Jill’s most ardent fans, who wrote  her the following message on Facebook:  “I am sure you have been asked, but is there ever a chance that you will compile all your fantastic writings into a book that could be printed and sold to benefit Purrfect Pals?  #patientlywaitingfirstinline"

Jill responded, “If anyone cares to show me how… :)

Enter Susan, another fan of Jill’s, who responded, “You may be sorry you asked that question ;) ”
  
This exchange resulted in the setting up of a small and private Facebook group for a handful of us to explore the possibilities of bringing Jill’s book into fruition.  As I had had some experience being a “content and continuity” editor for an author friend, I volunteered my services as editor.  I also said I had some ideas for a cover.  Susan, as a multi-talented and accomplished author in several fields (Susan's website, Be As One), volunteered to do the formatting and layout and publishing stuff.  Here is the link to her book inspired by Foster Dad John’s kittens and cats: The Critter Room Memory Book. Nancy cheered us on with wise observations, gentle urging, and barely contained excitement. 

With fewer than a half a dozen active members in our Facebook group, it is astonishing how many posts we generated in a year’s time.  We discussed every single facet of the book-to-be, from Oxford commas to em dashes and ellipses, when to capitalize Moon, the whole babbies versus babies discussion and the stirring ‘dopshun versus dopshun debatenot a single word or a punctuation mark escaped our fierce scrutiny.  An early decision was to keep Jill’s British spelling but change the punctuation to American (with one tiny exception). 

“Hey!  We ought to find people to illustrate the stories!”  “What a great idea! There are loads of Critter Room fans that have created amazing artwork.”  After putting the word out, we were disappointed to receive only a lukewarm response.  But hey, it was understandable, folks were busy: working for a living, studying for degrees, raising children—you know—life got in the way.

I began working on the cover, starting with some full moon photos I had shot.  For six months or more I spent the nights of every full moon out in my driveway with my cumbersome Nikon D80 and my dad’s rickety old tripod (stabilized with an rusty antique flat iron hanging from a bungee cord), trying to achieve the perfect photograph that matched my vision.  At times my moon shot seemed almost within reach, but I just could not get it the way I saw it in my head.  Mother Nature kept raining on me, beclouding my sky, or blowing wind at my trees and by the end of the night the muscles in my neck would be twitching and my eyes would be crossed from trying to peer into the viewfinder (I have grown way too accustomed to LCD screens on my newer my little point and shoot cameras).

With only a few semi-suitable shots in my computer I began laying out the cover.  I envisioned a cat face within the moon.  The first cat image I found was Suzanne Hoag's painting  of Alice (Hitchhiker Mom) who looked to me like she was singing.  Alas, it was decided she looked too scary, as if she were growling.  Back to searching through FDJ’s Critter Room alumnae photos.  No luck. 
  
Alice by Suzanne Hoag, painted for FDJ's Jubilee in 2016
Enter Mister Ripley.  We had earlier convinced him to write a foreword for Jill’s book and on Ripley’s Facebook page he posted a great shot of her that would be perfect for the cover.  He was kind enough to send me a hi-res file.  I cut it out in Photoshop and placed it into the moon—but to my dismay, no matter what I did with it, it just did not work.  But I continued to tinker with the layout and if nothing else, I found a perfect font for the title.  How can a book of cat stories miss with a font called Cataneo?

The one and only Ripley, photo courtesy of Mister Ripley (James Petts)
Alice on the left, Ripley on the right, Super Moon on the bottom
Various attempts at the cover
In the meantime, Jill had created several appliqued and embroidered covers for throw pillows with a variety of cat and moon designs.  She packed them up and mailed them to Purrfect Pals for their Black Cat Ball auction in the Fall of 2016.  The only photos she had taken were not book-cover reproduction quality, so I tried my darndest to reach the liaison from Purrfect Pals who had been the recipient of the package so she could take a good photo our chosen design.  Unfortunately, by the time she received my frantic message, the pillow covers had already been stuffed, sewn up and plumped, so thus trying to take a good photo was pretty much out of the question and the auction was on and the pillows were sold and gone.

Jill's original applique pillow cover design
Jill responded by sitting down with a sheet of paper, some markers, and a large plate (to trace around for the moon), and re-created the pillow design.  It was then that she also shyly admitted that she had been doing some simple illustrations for her stories.  When she shared them with us we were blown away—our author has been twice blessed to be not only a talented writer but a whimsical artist as well.  Her drawings were absolutely perfect for her stories and it was an easy project for me to turn her marker drawing into a striking cover. 

Ta da!  The finished cover!
As soon as the cover design was solidified, Susan leapt into action and designed a postcard with "how to buy this book" information that could be used for publicity.

Front of the postcard (and poster)
By the time the holidays were over and we were into 2017, real editing began in earnest.  Emails, messages, and Facebook posts flew back and forth around the world, discussing and debating every single question about encountered grammatical quandaries, spelling conundrums, or  punctuation dilemmas.  Continuity was our main concern; as Jill had written these stories and poems over a span of several years, it never occurred to her that folks would be sitting down to devour all of them together in book form.  They had to be perfect. 

When it was as perfect as it could be in this first go-round, I sent the Word doc off to Susan (who had been ever so politely hinting that we had better get a move on) for formatting.  Susan began working with Word in Create Space and transformed our document into a PDF, carefully setting up margins, gutters, and making sure there were no dreaded widows or orphans or unwanted hyphens.  It even had a Table of Contents!  It looked so impressive (especially with the addition of Jill’s illustrations).  It was starting to look like a real book!

We  read through this PDF, each finding a few more spelling questions or typos or missing or misplaced punctuation marks.  Back and forth the document went to Susan, who most skillfully fine-tuned and massaged the manuscript into shape.  With each incarnation the number of notated mistakes lessened until finally there were none (we hoped!).

Yet another decision had to be made.  We needed to come up with a name that Jill could use for her publishing house; several names were suggested and after chewing on it for a while we chose Great Circle Productions (once you have read the stories this will make sense to you).

The next step was to have proof copies printed up (paid for by our financier Nancy who was, by this time, shall we say, completely over the moon and quivering with anticipation) so we could each go through with our red pencils for one final look-see.  And yes, we each found more errorsbut Susan set about making repairs with her usual serene determination and soon “Sing to the Moon” by Jill Pickford was all finished.  Had it really been over a year since Nancy first expressed her wistful wish?

In the midst of all of our editing struggles, another kid in our gang, after patiently standing in the wings for months (she was getting tired!), stepped into her long-awaited role in the publicity and merchandising department.  Enter Joan, proprietor of the Club Chickenfish Store on CafĂ© Press, and she took our designs and ran with them to create T-shirts and mugs (or any of their offerings from their vast array of available merchandise) with the book cover or Great Circle Productions logo and one of Jill’s drawings from the book.  Joan also had the large publicity posters (of the postcard front) printed and mounted which will eventually make their way to Purrfect Pals’ headquarters.  Here is the link to Club Chickenfish where you will find all Critter Room and kitten cam related merchandise, all sold to the benefit of Purrfect Pals. 

Logo or book cover on front of shirts and mugs, ETKHAND logo on backs
Joan and Nancy will be staffing the Sing to the Moon booth at Purrfect Pal’s annual Average Joe Cat Show on May 6th 2017 at Shoreline's Spartan Recreation Center.  Between the two of them they have gone to great lengths to color-coordinate every detail in the display from the large posters to plush kitties, cat pens, and a kitty/moon designed fabric for a table runner.  They will be talking up the book, showing the few precious copies in existence (these will be tied to the table!) and handing out Susan's lovely postcards  with all of the info on how to order your very own copy of this marvelous little book.  (Keep the postcardit will make a great bookmark for your copy of “Sing to the Moon”!)  And if your timing is right, you may have the honor of meeting  Foster Dad John or Mister Ripley in person!    

We have set up a Facebook Group with all of the information about the book, where to buy it and with an album of adorable photographs of many of the cast of characters from the book.  You will also find a glossary in case the British words prove puzzling, and on this page you can ask questions of Jill and she promises to answer in a timely fashion.  Here is the direct link to the Facebook page:  Sing to the Moon

Before the book,  Jill had been publishing her stories on her own blog called KittenKamKattery.  This will be the place to go to read older stories and find new ones, as she writes them.

For those not on Facebook, the link to the Create Space page to purchase your very own copy of this book is Create Space Sing to the Moon book. After you buy it and read it and enjoy the heck out of it we would also be very pleased indeed if you could pop over to Amazon and leave a review.  Amazon Sing to the Moon book  (Be sure to buy it from the Create Space link, however, because they give a much larger portion of the proceeds to Purrfect Pals than does Amazon.)

So that is the backstory of how a great guy and a clowder of cats and kittens in Seattle inspired a writer in Colchester, UK, and a small team of dedicated “fan gals” from all over the USA (from Washington State to Worcester, Mass and Tucson, Arizona with Buffalo in the middle) were able to gather in cyber space to produce this little book without ever setting foot together the same room.  Wishes can come true.
  
And now, to paraphrase the inimitable Mehitabel the cat, I’ll end with our favorite motto:  “Enjoy the kittens, have a nice day.”
 
ETKHAND, drawing by Jill Pickford


Saturday, March 25, 2017

Good Golly, Miss Molly



If it is true as it is said that one of the reasons the Creator gave us dogs was to make us laugh and lighten our spirits, then Molly was indeed a gift from above.

She was an adult Basset hound of indeterminate age when we acquired her as a companion for our inexplicably nervous and skinny young Basset Mandy.  Molly was the exact opposite of nervousshe was enormous, weighing over ninety pounds and in possession of a long patrician snout, magnificent silky ears and a chest which looked downright seaworthy (we used to call it her prow).  Her ears were so long and her legs were so stubby she used to step on her ears when she walked.

Molly came from Michigan and traveled cross-country when we moved back to the Niagara area.  With two Basset hounds, two cats, two gerbils, and two hippies in our painted VW microbusit was a long strange trip indeed.  We ended up in Hamilton, Ontario with a fenced-in back yard and a spot for the enormous dog house Paul had built for the dog run back in Michigan.  Mandy was so nervous about the adorable children next door that she wore a trench around the outside of the yard with her pacing (when she was not trying to hide in the dog house) but Molly just sat there soaking up the hugs and adoration.  (It still amazes me that later when Paul sold Mandy to a young couple with young children she became a completely different dog.)

Molly adored everyone and everyone adored her.  I am sure if we had thought of it at the time, we could have spent hours dressing her up in scarves and pearls, feather boas and shawls and she would have just sat there enjoying the attention.  Molly also loved going for car rides.  One day Paul’s brother had come for a visit and after a couple of hours, headed out to the driveway and his VW Beetle.  As soon as he opened his door, Molly jumped into the back of the car, landing on the floor, of course.  We called her out.  She sat down, an immovable object, with the “hump” between her front and back legs.  One of us pushed from the rear and another of us pulled from the front and still she would not budge.  Paul’s brother was forced to take her for a brief ride around the block before she deigned to exit the vehicle.

I was home alone one afternoon and decided that Molly needed a bath.  It was struggle but I finally managed to lever her into the bath tub.  Once she was all nice and clean she was ready to exit the tub.  I stepped back and said to her, “Jump out, Molly!”  She looked at me like, Yeahright.  I realized I had a problema great huge slippery wet dog problem.  I could barely maintain a grip on her much less lift her out of the tub.  We compromised and I finally managed to lift her front end and slide her across the edge of the tub (not unlike a toboggan on a snowy slope) until she landed in a rather undignified heap on the bathroom floor.  But she didn’t seem to mind at allshe was happy to go back outside and find fresh dirt to roll in.

One day Paul decided he did not want Molly eating in the dining room with us.  He placed her metal roasting pan full of kibble in the laundry room.  Molly was insulted by this.  It seems she figured—if we ate in the dining room—she would eat in the dining room!   We sat down for supper one night and Molly appeared by the table with the strangest expression on her face.  Her cheeks were bulging like a chipmunk’s.  I looked her in the eye and asked her, “Molly, do you have a mouth full of kibble?”  She gazed back with sheer innocence so we pretended to look away (trying not to laugh).  Once she seemed confident that we were no longer staring at her, she surreptitiously spat a heap of kibble onto the floor (Ptui! Ptui! Ptui!) which she proceeded to eat in a most delicate ladylike fashion.  From then on, Molly was allowed to eat with us in the dining room whenever she wished.

When I began what was to be my most illustrious and long-lived career as a picture framer, Paul decided that Molly would be lonely by herself all day and he rehomed her.  And that was that.  No more Molly.

Many months later Paul informed me that we were going on a road trip to visit an old friend of mine.  “Is it a childhood friend?” I asked, “Someone I went to college with?”  He steadfastly refused to tell me who we were to visit as we drove further and further down winding country roads and up and down shallow hills and valleys.  It was the middle of winter and the snow lay deep in the bare woods.  We finally arrived at a small house at the edge of the road, and much to my embarrassment and horror, Paul made me go to the door alone and knock.

I heard her barking before she pushed the door openit was Molly!  She was overjoyed to see us.  She looked great, and the new owner told us she had not lost several of her unusual skillsturns out she frequently hoovered up unopened tins of the cat’s food and carried them around the house a bit before spitting them out unharmed.  It was so wonderful to see how happy and well-loved she was.  And before we left them, Molly performed her famous feat of heaving her bulk into the air unaided and I captured it on film.
   
“Mollyup!”

“Good girl.” 

Molly (Hand-coloring by Kim Wilson)