Through This Cat's Eyes

NEW OFFERS AT SHOPDROPS.COM - COUNTRY COTTAGE DECOR SERIES

2011-06-26T16:34:00.000-07:00

This is one of our favorites - the Green Rooster Chest w/ Drawers from the Shopdrops Selection oof Country Cottage Elegance Series.

A two-tone, striped green finish hosts the brightly colored roosters painted in wonderful detail on top and across the front.

Beveled top and bottom edges are painted black for a distinctive border. Four drawers fitted with antique brass finish ring pulls slide open to reveal lined storage. Wide bracket feet are adjoined with bottom rails carved into a shapely cyma curve. A great fit for a variety of rooms.

TOOK A SABBATICAL

2010-12-12T18:40:00.000-08:00

I know, I know . . . I have been silent for a year . . . I guess i got totally burnt out - - - simply tweeted out till I could twitter no more. And thus, my master took over the shop task of twittering to customers and window shoppers at the SHOPDROPS shop. I do not think she did a good job. Most of the time, I soon found out, she has not been twittering as much as I used to do. I was a better twitter-er. Shopdrops' shopkeeper spends a lot of the time this past year, doing Facebook.

Lately. I have been finding more readers to this blog. I will never be a superstar or a celeb but I am contented to know that somewhere out there, a handful of people know about me and the tough catlife I live.

I still love my master like a baby loves her mommy (and vice versa). I still warm her feet during the cold days of winter and attempt to massage her back every night. I love listening to her one story about how we met one day at the Adoption Center at Petsmart. It was love at first sight.

Ooops . . . My mommy and master and child is calling me just now. Time to have some warm hugs.

Twitter and Me

2009-08-23T16:56:00.000-07:00

I am now the official twitter for shopdrops.com. My master(she's a babe) has been sick lately and does not have the stamina for tweeting day and night.

I do guard the shop in exchange for "owning" my master. China T (my master) thinks I nap too much but isn't that what cat life is all about? Hmmph. . . .

And so at Tweeter will I be - to tweeting and hope endlessly that some birds (yummy) would follow my tweets very soon.

This Cat Can Talk . . .

2009-03-10T19:08:00.000-07:00

My child, my love, my life - China Tea. Thoughts of China Tea, shopkeeper of SHOPDROPS.COM, bring out all my motherly instincts. While I can no longer bear a child (having passed through the dreadful process of de-fertilization(?), process which advocates of feline population planning strongly campaign for and which, I assure you, China my owner and "child" is not a true believer of, but being a good, lawful citizen of the human world regretfully subjected me to), I consider my master, China, my child and beloved pet.

She being much taller than me however (but not nearly as fast and agile and strong), I allow her to sit me on her lap, carry me around the house and take me in her arms protectively so that the likes of The Brat - Cola, Stray turned Adopted Feline from some warehouse in El Monte, California - can not scare me out of my wits. It is incredible how Cola, the feisty brat that she is, has promised herself to always try to prevent me from retiring to my master China's bed at night. Sigh . . . talking about felines without social graces. One of these days, I am going to suggest to China to send Cola to some Finishing School for Cats. Maybe, just may be she will acquire some good manners.

But then, here I am rambling on and on about Cola, the Brat Cat, when I should be telling you about my love and devotion and loyalty to and rapport with my boss, China. Maybe I will save that for later. . . least I bore you and distract from browsing . . . So, ta-ta for now.

And wait . . . can you do me a big favor? Can you please shop for incredibly amazing skin care products at China's online store? You see, the more she sells, the better I eat!!!

This Cat's Bedtime Story

2007-10-21T07:57:00.000-07:00

One of the stories that China, my beloved master and child, tells me again and again is the story of SHOPDROPS.COM - or rather how it all came about. She has told me this story over and over again that I must admit, I have memorized it word by word. BUT then, cats do grow old, and their short-time memory with them. So why not etch China's Story in stone (web stone, that is)? This way, China's story will be never be forgotten by me and you and you and you. So here goes . . .

Once upon a time, an idea came to me - why don't I create an online store? A little imp whispered in my ear and reminded me of the millions of online stores out there and how it would be almost impossible for my idea of a store to stand out. Well, a good little fairy whispered in my other ear that it was just a matter of giving a store more soul, more personality, more sincerity, better quality goods and most of all the best customer service there is, for people to come and visit it because they love it. The more I thought of what I can make my store to be, the better the idea looked. Again, I asked myself, what if I inject into my virtual store all the qualities that those lovely little shops in my old childhood neighborhood that I used to so love to visit, will it stand out from the gazillion big and small stores on the web? The good ittle fairy shouted YES! YES! YES! And I said to myself with my chin up, "Right . . . WHY NOT?"

True, I just so love shopping in small shops. Small shops are so very like home - cozy, much tended, much cared for, much loved. Before shopdrops.com came along, I was inspired by the love, care and hard work that small shopkeepers gave to their little shops. And so, using the valuable lessons from the original shopkeepers of neighborhood shops and my insatiable need to shop online, I fashioned shopdrops.com into this small virtual shop that it is today. Everyday, as I put up my virtual items on the shelves, I try new ways of doing things - arrange the shelves, change my shop decor, prepare a pot of steaming coffee (with the help of html) - in the hope of making this shop more welcoming, cozy and serene for visitors who drop in and browse among the delightful items that I have carefully selected and laid out for them.

The idea of an online store finds its roots from my love of shopping on line. Shopping on line is a breeze. You can do it anytime and within the comfort of your home. You do not have to drive to the mall and fight traffic and get tired looking for a space to park. It is just so easy and safe with the right store!

And so, www.shopdrops.com was born on October 4, 2004. The rest is history and this story ended happily for me. And here I am today, the shopkeeper of a little shop in the cyberworld - shopdrops.com, the little shop in the neighborhood that people do love to visit!

Well, what do you think? Like I said before, I listen to this every night that I know every word in it by heart. Now, go back to shopping and do visit us at shopdrops.com, the neighborhood shop of quality products for the family, home, garden and beyond!

Sigh . . . I am off to sleepland. Purrr - purrrrrrrrrr . . . .

Meow . . . meow . . . .

2007-10-01T22:34:00.001-07:00

This is how I look in person(in catlife). . . except that my eyes are baby blue. . .I think, I look so pretty in a dainty, lady-like way. China, my boss, tells me every night how beautiful I am. I love listening to her in her little kitty-like voice, telling me how she loves me the most (better than my foster/step sisters, Champagne, Caramel and Cola). My boss tells me soft, sweet stories about me every night as I sit on her chest as we lay in bed. I love listening to her voice as she gently strokes my hair, and scratch my front neck. Purrrrrrrrrrrr.

I can't imagine a life without my master, China. She's the best thing that ever happened to me. I love how she gets excited over her sales at her e-store. And then there are those times when I listen to her complaints about life. My heart goes out to her when she asks me for help during her "blue" days. And what can a cat do, may I ask? I can only try to give out my positive energy to protect her and guide her through storms that she runs into or worst, that she imagines running into.

Sometimes, I wonder if she is my pet, and I, her owner/master. I think our relationship, from my perspective is ---- I am her mother and she is my child. Oh, I just love her.... If I were bigger, I would carry her in my arms and pet her like my own child. Speaking of which . . . I will never bear a child . . . and it is but proper to think and feel like a mother to my China. . . . Purrrrrr.

Yawwwwwwwwwwn. I better go up to my room. China will follow . . . And I will sit on her chest while waiting for her to go to sleep. But first, I will listen to her story about a beautiful, white cat who was actually a fairy princess in disguise . . . Purrrrrrrrrrr . . .

The Ramblings of a Cat That Just Woke Up . . .

2007-08-19T17:36:00.000-07:00

I just got up from a nap. Well, what else does a cat do?

Life is not easy for everybody . . . NOT even for a cat. People say cats are pampered. True. I agree 100%. We do not earn a living (it's given free by people who can't live without us). While we are "domesticated" - - - we do not exactly cook our food nor wash our dishes nor do our laundry. The slave-master does those menial tasks for us.

Still life is not easy. For one thing, our masters-servants keep talking to us in strange language and expect us to understand them. We always try to talk back to them and respond in a way so that they will think we understood. It is frustrating and a repetitive "I scratch your back and you scratch mine " ritual that as we grow older, do not want to go through 24-7! It is amazing how master-servants treat us like babies --- that never grew a day older. They keep talking to us in those baby talks and baby voices that our human counterparts (their child-babies) just partly undertstand themselves.

Humans are so awed at how we groom ourselves. Do they have to groom us too? We can do it on our own! We do not have to take those humiliating water baths that they often subject us to. What? Treating us as if we are humans? Don't they realize cats are of a different class?

Hmmp. And please, do not not treat us like dogs, either. We will never be dogs, (thanks, God) and we will never be human (thanks, God). When will humans and dogs ever learn?

Huh . . . Here comes China (my master-servant) with a bowl of food. Hmm, she's likewise bringing in a fresh bowl of water. Well, I better attend to her before she comes and lift me up like I was a little baby. . . . See ya all later. Got some good business to do.

The Subject of A Story

2007-07-21T00:55:00.000-07:00

I have been visiting lately. I have been featured in a lovely little story entitled "Chinita"

China, my boss, has been visiting JWJForum Online a lot. She is trying to learn how to write a proper story and all that. Oftentimes, China takes me with her during those visits. I must admit I enjoy being the topic of threads. I have always liked the attention. Of course, I try not to show it and just be "cool" about it. That's what cats are for from the get go anyway - cool and definitely with a lot of attitude.

Do not think for a minute that I have forgotten you, my "devout" readers. It's just that I have a life too, you know. Come back and visit with me whenever you can and be cool, just like me.

Gotta go . . . I hear my boss calling my name. See you then.

Hu-hummm. . .

2007-04-28T21:01:00.000-07:00

It is tough to be a guard cat. You have to be on your padded toes all the time. China, my master and keeper of SHOPDROPS.COM has this fascination about my feet. She's always checking them out, making sure they are clean and nails short. I love my master and I hope she knows that. She's a tough boss to work for BUT she is such an affectionate "mom" to me.

I just love it when she talks to me in that language all our own. To most, it would sound "babel" but to both of us, the cat-to-master talk is the best way of communicating. China always tries to copy my tone and my voice - that's a good thing. And I always try to copy her tone and accent. That is a good thing too.

I can sit on her chest the whole night, peering into her eyes in between my purrings. I love her touch. She brushes my hair with her small hands and somehow I always look forward to her scratching my neck and those areas behind my ears. I would be in cat heaven everytime I lay down for the night and close to her face.

I love China and she loves me. I am content. Purrr. . . . purrr . . . and goodnight.

I am on my way to becoming Miss Cat Popularity. .

2007-01-25T21:48:00.000-08:00

Yes I am . . . Believe it or not, I have been getting more readers lately. According to the StatCounter's project statistics, my blog is being read by humans. I have always wondered about whether or not I have company as I blog and project my thoughts all through out the web space. The truth is, I keep a blog because I, too, can keep a journal. But being a blog owner, I too wish to be read by humans . . . to connect to other people mentally. I know, I know. . . you will say, duh, but you already have China and all those shop droppers at shopdrops.com! What other people could you want?

And I say to you . . . Duh . . . I do not want to place all my hope for happiness only on one person . . . and about those shop visitors ----- well, they only have eyes for all people products that China sells! Do you think they have any time to spare on this poor little guard cat? Tsinita Cat does not think so.

Indeed. I, Tsinita Kat, do dream too, you know. Yes, mere "cat dreams" maybe, but hey, my cat dreams are big dreams, too. I want to widen my world and meet more people. I want strangers and web people to remember me and want to spend time with me. I want them to come back here wanting to know more about me, my little cat life and my little wise perception of their world. I want the world to listen to me, the beautiful, graceful and adorable guard cat at shopdrops.com. Will you help me realize this cat dream?

My dear readers, and whoever you are, please love me. Adopt me. Make me your own. Let me be your web cat. I shall await your visit and will not nap while waiting. I will have my eyes open for only you. . . Deal? Love you too!

Six months later . . .

2007-01-07T15:11:00.000-08:00

And here I am six months later . . . I am still at my old job . . . Guard Cat No. 1 at China's online store. Been busiest at pre-Christmas sale. Whew . . . I could hardlly take a nap with all those people looking for quality buys. Shopkeeper China, was bouncing up and down and all over the place, fulfilling orders.

A cat like me would think I would get a raise in meow food and less punishments (i.e going to the cat doc). Afterall, I was working like a dog! Nope . . . I still get the same amount of food, I think. And worse, China T. brought home a feisty little brat of a cat from work last summer - a black, domestic kitty who people have been calling Cola. And yes, she is all over the place.

That's what I get for working long hours ---- I get more competition now during mealtime. And my, Cola has some identitiy crisis. And people think she's cute because of that? Hmmp. Why, she can fetch like a dog! And she can do it a hundred times without stopping to rest! What a humbug!

China assures me everynight that I am her only pet. Should I believe her? Only last night, I saw Cola sleeping on the couch for hours with China as she watched tv. Well, when I saw that, I snuggled beside China right away, knowing she really prefers me anyway over that little brat of a cat. Cola didn't move away, though. She did not mind sharing China with me. Well, just as long as I stay closest to China's face, I will not mind Cola being with us either.

Why do shopdrops.com sell fashion clothes for dogs and not for cats? Hmpp. China should look into that. I just love those fancy stuff for dogs that China has on display. She tells me that there are fancy stuff for cats too. Well, I am waiting to have a new pet collar . . . Hello? China, can your hear me?

It's Been a Hard Day's Night

2006-03-19T07:16:00.000-08:00

Yes, it's been a hard day and night for me. People coming and going. It is never easy to track where browsers go these days. They go to a page. Look at the images. Go to another page. Click on an item. Continue shopping. View cart. Remove item. Continue shopping. Click on the same item. Click on another. View Cart. Add quantity. Update cart. Check-out. Boom. Finally made a sale. BUT, he's just one I have to watch. And there seems to be a gazillion of them. True, majority of visitors do not buy. But then again, these are the very ones I keep a watch on or should I say, I have to be visible to with all my charms. Afterall, I double as main attraction.

Whew . . . Need to talk to China Tea (my boss) for a raise . . . may be more mice toys, or puffy balls, or gourmet dishes. . . Oops, there comes ten more visitors. Gotta go and charm them . . .

Cat Cinderella No More

2006-03-15T23:04:00.000-08:00

I have two step cat sisters - Champagne(pronounced shampang) and Caramel(nicknamed Carm). They are Persians. They are real sisters - they look alike, almost, like identical twins. Actually they are two of septoplets or so I heard. Champagne has a flat wide face and I don't know what's wrong with her - but her short nose really needs some waxing or something. Champagne is a spoiled brat - she can whine and whine and beg and beg for food or whatever. I think she has a problem - that cat needs to be always the center of attention. I really think she has an attitude.

Caramel is the sweeter of the two. She has the prettier face, too, so people say. I can't say the same for sure. I can live with Caramel, I guess. She is not as crazy as Champ. She can irritate me so bad , though. She has this idiotic fetish of wanting to open things all the time - drawers, doors, boxes - just anything that is CLOSED, in fact. The funny thing is, she is so good at it. She could have been born a burglar. Caramel has another irritating personality problem. She has a craving and keen desire to be bagged, boxed or crated. She just does not tire of her juvenile ways of pretending to hide in plastic bags, brown paper bags, any bag for that matter. She wants to be shipped out too because she is always the first to go in a box - empty or not.

I really think these step sisters of mine are mentally challenged. They are simply shameless --- no social graces, no feminine modesty, no sophistication or idea of the self, whatsoever. They easily get conned by strangers. They easily lose their heads over bribes of treats or strokes - - - totally, so totally clueless about the finer things in life.

Well, I am different - totally grades above them. Mommy (my main care-giver and unofficial Master) thinks I was born with grace, elegance, cat pride, beauty, and lots of wisdom and intuition. I answer to only one - Mommy. To all others I simply oblige (and only when I feel like it).

When Mommy brought me home, I was a Cinderella - my two mean step-sister saw to that. No, there was never a Mean Step-Mother. Thanks goodness, Mommy is my real mother (at least that's what she tells me all the time. Mommy is also my self-appointed master).

A year passed - the situation progressed, this time in full reverse. I am a Cinderella no more. I still have two step-sisters who I can be mean to whenever I want.

Well, I am no Master Guard Cat of www.shopdrops.com for nothing! Isn't cat life just wonderful?

My Life As A Guard Cat

2006-03-12T19:47:00.000-08:00

Hmm. Been napping less lately . . . I have been designated as a guard cat by my unofficial master (she doesn't even prepare my daily food - somebody else does the job for her) of an online store called http://www.shopdrops.com. It's supposedly that little shop in the neighborhood that people, NOTE, " people" love to visit!

Well, I have been napping the same hours, alright . . . but one of my eyes is open, just in case. It's a case of sleeping on the job. For this "decorated" job, I get free board and lodging and some opportunity to model and grace the web. That's not so bad for a cat. I sometimes, get treats as bonuses . . . I do not really care for them, My unofficial master, China Tea, is her name, however, thinks I do!

Oh well. Today is my first day as a working, professional cat - a cat that earns its living. Do I hear "welcome to the labor force, tsinita!"