Burglar

Red haired, wearing a striped coat. Creeps in when I’m not looking, steals food and plays with my fur babies toys.

Very vocal when challenged, shouts and screams, but calms down when spoken to quietly. Believed to be a local resident but I don’t know their address and no identification produced when challenged.

May be trying to be a squatter?

Commemorate

Slightly exaggerated cat.

I’ve got the proportions wrong, but it was hard to see through my tears as I painted him. Symbol of deep and lasting friendship. I know he won’t be back. One last sleep, nested somewhere in the garden. His heart strings jerked out of tune and failing. No medication for days, no chance of surviving. My greif is astounding.

My last cat

Maybe I’m too old for them?

Have I used all my 9 lives?

I’ve cared for more than 9 cats in my life.

Lost them all over the years?

To finally end with one?

I want more

More companions

More company

Something to talk to

Something that has the ability to love back.

This lady is loving

But also aloof

Does her own thing

Plays, pounces, zooms….

Gone

A few nights ago my cat came in limping. It was about 11pm but I decided not to wait but to take him to the emergency vets. I rang a kind friend who would take us to the vets. When he arrived I got the cat carrier out. Unfortunately my cat recently had an operation and as soon as he saw the carrier he made for the back door.. I tried to stop him but didn’t dare grab him incase I made his injury worse. I opened up the door to see him dissappear into the garden undergrowth.

Unfortunately I could not follow because of my poor balance and coordination.

Since that night I have called and whistled for him almost every hour. But he’s not come back. My friend has looked all round the garden twice, but my cat has always been good at hiding.

Now I think he’s gone to sleep somewhere dark and quiet, I’ve reported him missing, but there is no sign. He was having medicine every night for his heart so that will no longer be protecting him.. After the loss of my other boy cat a few months ago I cannot explain how sad I am and guilty that I let him get away. My only excuse was his fear of the cat carrier. I don’t know what to do except grieve. I have my little girl cat. But she is very independent and quite aloof.

Finally finished and entered

Cat fish

Acrylic on canvas.

Painting is difficult with Parkinsons shakes. Details blur as the canvas waves (I was holding it), or my paintbrush won’t go in a straight line. It’s like being on a rattling train, or boat surging in a stormy sea.

I keep telling people I’m in permanent earthquake mode!

Don’t think I’ll get in the exhibition but I will keep trying.

I’ve come back!

30 year old self portrait with cat. I’ve not been well lately. So I haven’t posted here as much lately. I’m tired and aching, sleeping a lot and basically fed up. My arms, hands and feet ache, my knees ache in bed. I wish I had the energy of the young woman I was. I’m ageing and it annoys me!

It cheers me up to see it. It’s in the living room with me. X