Trippy Kitty Designs

Now, what about this name Trippy Kitty Designs?

Well, I'm glad you asked. At one point in my travels on this planet I came to be living at this mackin house on the beach with my friend Marc (no that's not a misspelling, that's how he spells his name, Marc, not Mark...what a freak). I also shared the house with his cat. The cat as you may have guessed by now was named Trippy Kitty. Trippy had begun her life as a whole nother cat. That cat was named BoBo Kitty.

BoBo lived on a farm during her younger years. Oh she chased mice... and climbed trees... just like any other cat would. One day BoBo was out playing in the tall grass near the barn when she came upon a Blue Tailed skink by the name of Trouble. (A skink is basically a little gecko/lizard dilly-o) Well, cats being cats, Miss BoBo felt the need to play with that skink. She stalked Trouble the skink. BoBo got all hunkered down in the grass and when that skink wasn't looking BoBo pounced on Trouble the skink. She pounced on that skink and swiped at it with one of her paws. Ol' Trouble the skink was pretty fast though and it jumped up on the side of the barn trying to get away, and for just one second it almost did! BoBo Kitty was just a little quicker though and she spun around and pounced again. This time one of her paws landed on that skinks long tail and pinned it there against't the barn., That skink had a bit of a surprise for ol BoBo. You see a skink being a skink, Trouble just slipped out of its tail. That skink just up and let that tail drop right off and left it behind, wiggling between BoBo's toes.

Confused by what happened BoBo held on to the tail while Trouble the skink ran away. I guess it's pretty hard for a cat to resist a wiggling tail like that, just squirming and twisting between the cat's toes. Like most cats BoBo couldn't resist such a tempting thing and she ate that wiggling tail. Yup, she just slurped it right down like the worm at the bottom of a bottle of Mescal I bet she did, AND just like the way getting to the worm at the bottom of a bottle of Mescal messes up your head, eating that skink's tail sent BoBo on a bender!

What a ride it must have been for BoBo, and not a good one either. You see, apparently there are toxins in a skink's tail that mess with a cat in a BAD WAY ! BoBo Kitty was lucky to have survived because sadly many cats that engage in this dangerous past time of skink tail slurping do not. BoBo was really whacked out of her gourd for weeks... and pretty whacked for months... and still a little woozy years later. That's when I met BoBo and lived at that beach house with her and Marc. The incident with the skink tail had left her deaf and with balance issues. She tended to wobble around a little at times and often stared off at some strange hallucination that only she saw off in a corner or down the hallway.

By then BoBo the farm cat had become known far and wide...at least in our circle of friends...and her strange behavior earned her the name Trippy Kitty. As years past Trippy Kitty's wild ride slowly came back down to earth, but not without some lasting effects. She never quite fully regained her balance and she lost her ability to hear. To make up for the hearing loss Trippy relied on her other senses. It was almost as if she had developed some crazy ESP-spider senses tingling- kind of ability to know when you came home. Using her sense of smell, her ability to feel vibrations, and by watching the shadows Trippy would know when someone came home and come running from a back room to greet them with an extra loud MEEEOOWW!. All in all for a special needs kitty Trippy did pretty well.

One of Trippy Kitty's favorite things to do was to come and sit on a pile of my freshly dyed shirts. Sometimes when I did marbling I would hang large pieces of marbled fabric on the walls to admire them before I cut them up to be sewn into a backpack or tote. That drove Trippy crazy! She wanted more than anything to sit on that freshly marbled fabric with its bright colors and freshly dyed smell. One day when Trippy had yet again found her way onto a pile of freshly dyed fabric a friend who was there noted that they were "Trippy Kitty Tested and Approved". That stuck. Trippy Kitty Tested & Approved!

So in honor of the cat that loved to sit all over my dyes I named the company TRIPPY KITTY DESIGNS.