mystical cat

by Bill Tiepelman

Nebula Eyes and the Enchanted Litter Box

Once upon a time, deep in a forest where magic mushrooms glowed and squirrels sipped on spiked acorn brew, there lived a mystical kitten named Nebula. Now, Nebula wasn’t your average kitten. Nope—this one had fur that swirled with cosmic patterns, eyes that looked like they could see through your soul, and the sass of a hundred alley cats combined. You might think that having galaxies in your fur would make you a wise, noble guardian of the forest. But Nebula? Nebula had… other priorities. One night, Nebula strutted through the enchanted forest, her gaze shimmering with that usual “I know something you don’t” energy. But tonight, she was on a mission. Somewhere, hidden under a mystical mushroom or beside a babbling brook, was the legendary Enchanted Litter Box—rumored to be the most luxurious bathroom in the universe. According to forest legend, the Enchanted Litter Box would grant one wish to any creature who used it. But it wasn’t just any wish. It was the kind of wish that could make your wildest dreams come true… as long as you flushed properly. “Perfect,” thought Nebula, whiskers twitching. “I’ve got a few things I’d like to change around here.” Nebula’s journey wasn’t without its obstacles, though. She had to dodge a drunk raccoon named Ralph, who was babbling on about his broken marriage, and a band of chipmunks running a very illegal nut gambling ring. After a few detours (and a stolen mushroom or two), Nebula finally spotted it: the Enchanted Litter Box. It was as golden as a goose egg and smelled faintly of lavender and… was that... cinnamon? She sniffed the air. “This better be worth it,” she muttered, stepping into the box. The enchanted box glowed as she did her business, little sparkles dancing in the air. She thought long and hard about her wish as she kicked some enchanted litter over her “contribution.” Finally, with a haughty tail flick, she declared, “I wish for unlimited snacks and absolutely zero consequences for anything I do. Ever.” The Litter Box shimmered, glowed, and then—POOF! Out came a cloud of sparkles, swirling around her in a storm of magic. When the glitter settled, Nebula was sitting in a pile of treats—enchanted catnip, smoked salmon bits, and even the fabled Forest Tuna Tartare (usually reserved only for the royal badger). She rolled around in her new stash, practically purring with triumph. Of course, word of the litter box wish quickly spread. Soon, every forest creature wanted in on the action. Ralph the raccoon attempted a wish for “eternal charisma,” only to end up with a permanent case of the hiccups. The chipmunks wished for endless acorns and got buried under an avalanche of the darn things. But Nebula? She was completely unfazed, watching from her pile of treats as chaos reigned around her. As she lounged in her enchanted treat stash, smirking at the pandemonium, Nebula realized one important truth: Sometimes, it pays to be a little selfish and a whole lot sassy. After all, if you can look like a star-dusted, galaxy-eyed diva and still come out smelling like lavender litter, then why the heck not? And so, Nebula lived out her days in smug luxury, rolling in enchanted treats, ignoring the antics of her enchanted forest neighbors, and, of course, refusing to let anyone touch her precious, glowing litter box. The End    Bring Nebula Home! If you enjoyed the story of Nebula, why not bring a little of that enchanted, cosmic charm into your own space? Explore our exclusive collection featuring Nebula Eyes and Moonlit Fur on a variety of unique products: Throw Pillow – Add a touch of magical comfort to your living space. Tapestry – Transform any wall into a window to an enchanted forest. Tote Bag – Carry a bit of Nebula’s magic wherever you go. Fleece Blanket – Snuggle up in cosmic style. Whether you’re looking to add a whimsical touch to your home or a unique gift for someone special, these items bring Nebula's enchanted energy into the everyday.

by Bill Tiepelman

Mystical Feline in Enchanted Forest

Some things just don't make sense in life: how you can go from binge-watching TV to hiking in an enchanted forest in the blink of an eye is one of them. Seriously, I was *minding my own business*—snacks, blankets, the works—when I found myself face-first in moss. And not just any moss, but the kind that seems to glow. That’s when I realized, oh great, I’m not in Kansas anymore. But I sure didn’t sign up for Narnia either. “You’re late,” a voice purred from above. I looked up and nearly choked on my breath. Sitting on a low-hanging branch was a cat. No, scratch that. This was some sort of winged feline diva—because of course, in a magical forest, cats would have wings. And not just wings, but pink and purple swirls that looked like they were ripped out of a fractal dream. It was the type of creature you’d imagine if Salvador Dalí decided to moonlight as a fantasy writer. “Excuse me?” I asked, already sensing this wasn’t going to be a casual encounter. The cat, a.k.a. 'Flying Furball of Attitude,' didn’t even bother to look down at me. Typical cat behavior, really. “I said you’re late. For the prophecy,” it replied, licking one paw as though this whole conversation was boring it to tears. I had a million questions but started with the obvious. “Prophecy? Like, the chosen one kind of prophecy?” The cat finally gave me a slow blink, the type that screamed ‘I’m way too good for this,’ before hopping down from the branch, fluttering its ridiculous wings like a faerie high on catnip. “Oh please, don't flatter yourself. You’re not the chosen one. That spot was filled centuries ago, trust me. You, darling, are the expendable one.” I blinked. “The what?” “The expendable one. You know, the one who bumbles into the mystical forest, stirs up some long-forgotten curse, narrowly avoids death but probably won’t get laid in the process, and ends up helping me in some tedious, inevitable battle. You know, *that one*.” This cat had an unhealthy amount of snark. But honestly, I was too disoriented to keep up. “Right… so what’s the deal here? Am I supposed to follow you? Are you going to give me magical powers or something?” The cat gave a soft chuckle, as if I’d just asked the dumbest question in the world—which, to be fair, might be true. “Magical powers? Oh, sweetie. No, no, no. I’m the one with the powers. You’re just here to, well, survive. Preferably.” It turned and began to saunter down the path, its tail flicking like it owned the place. I had no choice but to follow, stepping over glowing mushrooms and strange, whispering vines. The further we walked, the more the forest around us seemed to come alive. Literally. I swear one of the trees winked at me. The Forest’s Test “So what kind of ‘test’ is this prophecy about?” I asked, trying not to sound too panicked as the ground started to hum beneath my feet. The cat yawned, utterly unimpressed by the sudden appearance of mist rolling in from…well, nowhere. “It’s not really a ‘test,’ per se. More like a series of inconvenient, life-threatening obstacles designed to make you wish you’d never left your couch. But don’t worry, I’ll be there—probably mocking you from the sidelines.” “Oh joy. I feel so much better,” I muttered, kicking a pebble only to watch it immediately turn into a frog and hop away. I hoped that wasn't an omen. Just then, the forest darkened. The sun, which had been cheerily filtering through the trees, disappeared, and the shadows grew long. And from the distance? A deep, guttural growl. Of course. Of course there’d be a growl. The cat’s ears perked up, and it smirked. “Ah, there’s our welcoming party. You should probably run now.” I didn’t wait for further instruction. I took off, sprinting between trees that seemed to shift and move as I ran. The growl got louder, and out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of something massive—a hulking shadow with glowing eyes, baring fangs the size of my forearm. “Any advice?” I shouted, dodging a root that tried to trip me up. The cat glided effortlessly beside me, flapping its wings just enough to stay airborne. “Advice? Hmmm, well, don't die. That would be inconvenient for me. And also—duck!” Without thinking, I dropped to the ground, just as a massive claw swung through the air where my head had been. I scrambled back up, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst from my chest. Plot Twist And then, just when I thought I was about to become forest creature chow, the cat let out a sharp, ear-piercing yowl. The hulking shadow froze, mid-lunge, its eyes narrowing at the tiny winged menace floating between us. “That’s enough,” the cat hissed, and to my utter shock, the monster actually stopped. “What…?” I panted, trying to catch my breath, my mind racing to make sense of what just happened. “Oh, did I not mention?” the cat said with a lazy stretch. “The beast was part of the test. He’s my cousin. He just likes to mess with the newbies. You’re welcome.” I gaped at the cat, my disbelief palpable. “Your cousin? You’re telling me I almost got mauled to death by your *cousin*?” “Yes, well, you humans are so dramatic. Honestly, you should’ve seen your face. It was priceless.” The massive creature—who now looked far less terrifying and more like an oversized puppy with bat wings—snorted, as if in agreement. I couldn’t believe it. I had been duped by a faerie cat and its oversized bat-puppy cousin. Lesson Learned? I glared at the cat, crossing my arms. “So what now? Do I win? Is the prophecy fulfilled?” “Oh, we’re just getting started, my dear,” the cat purred, fluttering its wings again as it took off, leading the way deeper into the forest. “But if you make it through the next part alive, I’ll tell you what’s really at stake. Let’s just say it involves more than just your average 'happily ever after.’” With a sigh, I trudged after the winged nuisance, knowing deep down that I was in way over my head. But something told me that if I survived this, I’d have a hell of a story to tell. Assuming I didn’t end up as beast food first. And thus, with every step deeper into the forest, I found myself on the most ridiculous, dangerous, and sarcastically narrated adventure of my life.     Take the Magic Home Feeling enchanted yet? If you survived this wild ride with our snarky, winged feline guide, you’ll want to take a piece of the magic with you. Whether you’re lounging on the couch dreaming of your own mystical adventures or adding a touch of whimsy to your walls, we’ve got you covered. Check out these enchanting products featuring the very "Mystical Feline in Enchanted Forest" that started it all: Throw Pillow – Perfect for those times you want to curl up like a cat after a day of dodging mystical beasts. Tapestry – Add a magical backdrop to your space with this beautiful artwork hanging on your wall. Tote Bag – Whether you're off on a real-world adventure or just need a mystical accessory, this tote has you covered. Framed Print – Bring home a piece of the enchanted forest with a stunning framed print to elevate your living space. Each item is a perfect reminder of the faerie cat's snarky wisdom and the magical chaos of the enchanted forest. Who knows? Maybe having a piece of it in your home will inspire your own next great adventure.

by Bill Tiepelman

Shadow of the Crescent Curse

There’s something about cats and moonlight that always felt... magical. But not the fairy-tale kind of magic. No, we’re talking about the kind that comes with a side of eerie glowing eyes, a faint whiff of brimstone, and the unsettling feeling that you’ve just made a very, very poor life decision. Meet Lucifer—yes, that’s his name, and no, he didn’t pick it. Blame the witch who adopted him. Lucifer was your standard black cat: sleek fur, a disdain for humans, and a penchant for knocking over things you’d just organized. He had it all. Until one fateful Halloween night under the crescent moon, when things took a turn for the weird. The Devil's In The Details Lucifer, already burdened with a rather dramatic name, woke up feeling... different. His reflection in the mirror seemed off. Not because he was vain (though let’s be real, he looked good), but because two small, very noticeable devil horns were now poking through the fur on his head. "Cute, right?" said the witch, cackling in the background as she stirred something bubbling and green in her cauldron. “It’s just a little spell I whipped up.” Lucifer glared. Cute? He was a demon now. Well, at least a low-level one with horns and a newfound fondness for spooking anyone who dared cross his path. Fractals and Wings, Oh My! As if the horns weren’t enough, things escalated. Slowly but surely, swirling fractal wings began to emerge, glowing with a soft, eerie light. Oh yes, now he was a full-on mystical creature. His wings stretched out, crackling with subtle, semi-abstract patterns that looked like they had been plucked straight from a Salvador Dalí painting on a hallucinogenic trip. Lucifer admired his new additions. "Okay," he thought, "this might not be so bad." The wings gave him an air of mystery—a sort of "don’t mess with me, I’m probably cursed" vibe that even the witch seemed mildly impressed by. The Evil Grin Then came the grin. It started small, a twitch of the whiskers, a little gleam in his eyes. Soon, it grew into a full, devilish smirk that would give even the most hardened Halloween ghoul second thoughts. And that’s when Lucifer knew: this was his moment. As he prowled through the witch’s cobblestone courtyard, his new wings casting faint fractal shadows on the ground, Lucifer embraced his new devilish identity. He was a creature of the night now—part cat, part demon, all trouble. The villagers would whisper of the black cat with glowing wings, an evil grin, and the aura of curses. It was everything he never knew he wanted. A New Beginning Under the Crescent Moon So, there he sits, perched beneath the crescent moon, with devil horns and fractal wings that shimmer in the darkness. The witch calls it the Crescent Curse, but Lucifer prefers to think of it as an upgrade. Why settle for ordinary when you could be the most sinister, most cursed, and oddly cute creature to ever prowl the night? If you ever find yourself out on a cold autumn night, watch for the faint glow of fractal wings under the moonlight. If you’re lucky (or unlucky, depending on your perspective), you might just catch a glimpse of Lucifer flashing his evil grin. But be warned—cross his path, and you might end up part of his next trick. Or treat. Or both. Happy Haunting!   Bring a touch of Lucifer's mysterious charm to your daily routine with the Shadow of the Crescent Curse mouse pad. Featuring the captivating artwork of the demon cat with fractal wings and an ominous full moon backdrop, this mouse pad is perfect for those who love a little magic and mystery in their workspace. The smooth surface offers precision for both work and play, while the non-slip rubber base ensures stability even during the most intense tasks. Whether you're a gamer or just want to add a dash of supernatural flair to your desk, this mouse pad makes every click a little more enchanting. Ready to invite Lucifer to your desktop? Grab your mouse pad now and let the magic begin! Lucifer’s tale doesn’t have to end under the crescent moon. If his eerie charm, glowing wings, and mischievous grin have cast their spell on you, there’s more to explore. Step deeper into the magic and let this feline trickster accompany you beyond the page. Every detail of the artwork brings Lucifer’s unique blend of whimsy and mischief to life—waiting to find a new home. Discover the full collection and see how the Crescent Curse continues to unfold in all its enchanting forms. Catch a glimpse of Lucifer's next move here.