Cat Clock Tapestries
Description: It's 13 o'clock, and all's... well?! Meet Black Cat 13, the delightfully deranged Halloween clock with hypnotic eyes, a wicked grin, and a mischievous secret or two! Surrounded by spooky black cats, witches, bats, skeletons, and mysterious symbols, this grinning timekeeper brings the strange charm of vintage Halloween novelties and old-fashioned monster madness back to life. With its eerie green glow, Gothic lettering, and sinister smile, this retro horror design is perfect for Halloween lovers, creepy cat collectors, and anyone who appreciates the wonderfully weird. Time flies when you're having a fright!
Description: A funny orange tabby cat wearing a colorful sleep mask and holding an alarm clock, paired with the relatable quote “It’s Past My Bedtime.” Perfect for cat lovers, night owls, nap enthusiasts, tired introverts, and anyone who enjoys sleepy animal humor and cozy bedtime jokes. A playful gift for birthdays, pajama parties, sleep lovers, late sleepers, and people who are never ready for an early morning.
Description: This unique melting clock art design features a black cat, inspired by the famous 'Persistence of Memory' painting. Perfect for cat lovers and art enthusiasts alike, this piece adds a surreal touch to any home decor. Ideal as a gift for those who appreciate creative and whimsical art.
Description: Time leaves its scars, and beauty survives the breaking. 🖤 A richly detailed vintage gothic illustration of a cracked antique pocket watch entwined with thorny vines, aged chains, deep crimson roses, and ornate brass filigree. Distressed Roman numerals, exposed gears, and antique sepia tones evoke the mystery of forgotten time and Victorian dark romance. Perfect for lovers of steampunk, gothic aesthetics, antique illustrations, dark academia, and timeless vintage design. A striking piece for those who find beauty in broken things.
Description: A hilariously relatable design featuring a tabby cat sound asleep on a ringing alarm clock — while a desperate hand reaches to snooze it. The ultimate cat owner's excuse: "Sorry I'm Late, My Cat Was Sleeping on Me." Perfect for cat moms, cat dads, and anyone who has ever chosen their cat's comfort over being on time. No regrets.
Sorry I'm Late My Cat Was Sleeping on Me – Funny Cat Alarm Clock Design Tapestry
by 5th season shop
$30
Description: This cozy 70s-inspired design features a sleeping orange tabby curled up by a turntable clock, with a steaming coffee cup and potted plant adding warmth. The phrase 'The Daily Spin, Side A: Sanity' adds a playful vinyl twist. Perfect for vinyl record collectors, coffee enthusiasts, and cat lovers who appreciate a nostalgic, analog vibe. Whether you’re spinning records or enjoying a quiet morning, this charming artwork brings a touch of nostalgic comfort to your day.
Description: A grumpy orange tabby lifts its colorful sleep mask while clutching an alarm clock, paired with the relatable phrase “It’s Past My Bedtime.” This funny sleepy cat artwork is perfect for cat lovers, night owls, nap enthusiasts, introverts, and anyone who takes bedtime seriously. A playful gift for tired coworkers, pajama lovers, pet owners, and fans of humorous feline attitude.
Description: Embrace your inner Modernist Siamese Cat with this sophisticated design. Featuring a sleek Siamese cat lounging on a retro credenza amidst atomic decor, this piece is perfect for mid-century modern enthusiasts and cat lovers alike. The sophisticated blend of teal, mustard yellow, and chocolate brown hues creates a nostalgic, stylishly vintage vibe, perfect for complementing your home or expressing your unique aesthetic.
Description: Born into one of New Orleans’ oldest and most venerable families, Eugenia Planchette was no ordinary Southern belle. No matter how many governesses informed her that methodically dissecting crawdaddies and baby alligators was NOT ladylike behavior, little Eugenia would not be deterred. Despite her indelicate hobbies, Eugenia grew up to be an uncommonly fetching young lady, so if she was a trifle vain, who could blame her? She was certainly at no loss for suitors when she took up her studies at Tulane (medical school, of course), and her grades seemed impervious to her habit of dancing the nights away in the French Quarters’ most notorious nightclubs. Perhaps it was at one of these that she inadvertently insulted a voodoo priestess or...
