Thought I'd fill you in on where my blog title comes from: it comes from a poem by Gregory Corso: I Miss My Dear Cats
My water-colored hands are catless now
seated here alone in the dark
my window-shaped head is bowed with sad draperies
I am catless near death almost
behind me my last cat hanging on the wall
dead of my hand drink bloated
And on all my other walls from attic to cellar
my sad life of cats hangs
My life is not generally sad and I don't have any cats (anymore), but I just like the phrase "water-colored hands". Fits my purpose, too :)