She’s the last
I want her to last
Have all of her 9 lives
Have the best life
The most love
Make her queen
Of the castle
My Cat.
Kitty
Category: Cat
Success
So pleased I’ve got my little painting “cat fish” accepted in the 3 counties open exhibition in August. It doesn’t happen often these days x
Use a mirror base
Got nothing to paint on? One summer I had no canvases because I was on summer break from the polytechnic. So I did a portrait of our cat on the wooden base of a broken mirror. I decided to go surreal and add goldfish, as if she was looking through a glass fishtank. Added painted gravel to the bottom of it. I had fun. This was when I was still using oil paints which soaked in nicely to the wood.
Stretching
You lie flat,
Relaxed
Trying to stay cool
Purring out of sleep
Into a hot day
More sleep heals
Till you come down for breakfast.
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
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
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.
Got to finish this.
The closing date for entries for a local open exhibition is the 25th of May. I’m wondering if it’s even worth trying but you’ve got to have a go haven’t you?
I’ll see what I can do to improve this WIP. Working title, Catfish. Acrylic on canvas. X
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