Messages from Your Animal Companion cards
The lovely Von Krankipantzen just gave me a plug for the Messages from Your Animal Companion Cards on her blog. So, I wanted to put up a link to the website where they can be purchased, in case anyone would like to order a box as a holiday gift (or even for themselves). I’d use that line, “Makes a great stocking stuffer!”, because the box would fit in a stocking, but I think a “stocking stuffer” should cost just a buck or two. I hate those Tiffany’s ads where they show a $2500 tennis bracelet with a caption, “Makes a great stocking stuffer!”, but I digress.
If you want to buy a deck of the cards, pop over to AnimalCompanionCards.com. All proceeds, now and forever, go to the Wee Paws Animal Sanctuary fund for wayward beasts and cute cats. If you’re sending the cards as a gift, let me know and I’ll even wrap them and include a gift tag, so they can be sent directly to the recipient.
I want to use this moment to give a plug to Kranki’s project, the “Iconic Women by Yoshi” calendar. I received a copy and it’s both beautiful and hilarious, with profits going to the British Columbia SPCA. Shipping is from Canada, but my calendar arrived very quickly. Maybe you can still order in time for Christmas, or it can be a New Year’s gift. It could even be a nice way to honour me on my birthday, January 5th… give a gift of the Animal Companion Cards to a friend, and then toast me with a brevé latte.
Mom tried the cards on me an Bonnie. No specific questions, just finkin bout each of us. Wul, she was kinda spooked when she pulled “It’s Time” for me. In fact, she pulled it for me in amost efurry session. But know what? It IS time. Time fur my annual vet visit, I’s sorry to say. They’s been preety benignly accurate. Bonnie feels conflict. I’s content. No new mews there!
I purromise we’s werkin on a post fur you! I don’t know why beans make themselves so busy. The boy won’t do hims “home werk” wifout lotsa yellin. Don’t know what it is, but I don’t want any.
Didja get our Paypal? It’s frum Dad (slambo). We’s finkin of you an purrin fur Bunny. Take care, kay? Purrs!
Posted by Victor Tabbycat on 12/12 at 07:01 PM
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