From Ivan, official CyberSiamese

I'm Ivan, Information Technology Director at ArtsyCatsy. Our CEO, Rocky, has been in a hissyfit since he was left to clean up the cat clutter after the office New Year’s Eve party. (Oscar, our Housekeeping/MaintenanceManx, got crocked on catnip and is still recovering.) So the CEO has delegated to me the task of premiering another of our human artists.

However, communicating in actual words is difficult for me, since I'm fluent only in KittyGeekSpeak. My lengthy tongue wraps itself most proficiently around acronyms ... I meow in MIME, hiss in HTML, purr in PNG, growl in GIF and hack up hairballs in HACMP. But this particular ArtsyCatsy artist, Suzanne, is my own personal human, so I’ll give it my best then I have to get back to eating the bugs in our system.

Suzanne is not only a TCPA (Talented Cat Portrait Artist), she also has the distinction of being an HPM (Highly Publicized Muralist.) Since it speaks for itself, I’ve uploaded some of her work: And here is a portrait by Suzanne of ArtsyCatsy's own Director of Corporate Espionage, Bitsy, with her significant othercat, Ugly: Suzanne also illustrates cat greeting cards and creates cat-themed gifts such as cat beds made from giant gourds, punched tin household décor items … even toilet tissue holders featuring, of course, cats. You’ll see it all soon at the grand opening of ArtsyCatsy.com ... so G2G (Got to Go) now and clear my cat cache.

Hey there, your cat Fracas here ...

... but you can call me Frack or Frackywack or Frickyfrack or even Frackles ... just as long as you CALL ME! (lol, haha, chuckle, chortle) Executive Vice President in charge of Sales, Marketing, PR, Product Development, Company Morale, Keeping Callie under Control ... whatever, I'm your man!!!! :-)

I'm here today to get you revved about what I've got my humans doing. You gotta tread softly with these artistic types (Focus, people, FOCUS!) but I had some good raw material here. Take for instance my human, Sharolyn. Man, she's a pawful! (AwfulPawful, I call her behind her back.) :-) But is this girl good with gourds, or what!! Check this out, dudes:
I used my purrfect PR skills to get her an interview in Crafts Report Magazine awhile back: http://www.craftsreport.com/september02/onlineexclusive.html

And, man oh man, am I primo or what? :-) I put that girl down in history when I got her a gig as an artist involved in the World's First Gourd Quilt:
Yessireebobcat, that quilt is made entirely of 4" pieces of gourd!! Here's the piece my girl AwfulPawful did:

You can read all about it at http://www.americangourdsociety.org/quilt.html Anyhoo, I've got her working on some absolutelyfantasmagorical gourd artwork for you cat lover types out out there. She's also into beaded cat jewelry, bookmarks, cat memorials, wall plaques ... you name it! You cat lovers want it, we got it, all coming up soon, so stay tuned!!

But wait!! There's more!!! So I'll keep my tail in your door and we'll catch you later with hot news about my other artsygirl, Suzanne, and my main art man, Jason, and give you a sneak peak at their ArtsyCatsy work.

Later, babe! Luv ya!!!!!!!!

“Good morning, ArtsyCatsy, this is Callie, how may I help you ….

… blah, blah, blah.” Yeah, that’s how Mr. fancypants CEO says I have to answer the phone. What a load of catcrap. I’ve got seniority around here, I'm the original Golden Girl, see ... but nnnoo, who gives a hiss about the elderly anymore? They bring in this Rocky cocky fleabag whippersnapper – who I could knock clear into next week if I had a mind to – they make him the boss of me, and I get demoted to Administrative Assistant. What, me type? With these arthritic old claws?

And “CEO, MFA” my geriatric hind end. He ain’t nothin’ but a vagrant they picked up out at the lake where his streetwalkin’ mother left him. He was only a day old, and I watched Mr. Know-It-All get bottle-fed and burped for months by these three rattlebrained artsyfartsy humans we got here. And, you didn’t hear it from me, but Mr. CEO still likes to hit the bottle when there ain’t nobody in his office. He’d better not push me too far with this “take a letter, pick up my dry kibble, get me a cup of Friskies” nonsense or I’ll let all his nasty little secrets out of the bag.

“I’m happy to have been of service, thank you for calling, have a wonderful day…” Oh, my aching psoriatic haunches, this job will be the death of my ninth life!