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 :)