Like olives
Shining ovals
Stare out at me
Boop
Purring…
Touch noses
Then a pounce
Onto the floor
Off on an adventure
Back later
For more
Green eyes
Category: Cat
A neighbours cat
Seems to be moving in. I turned round yesterday and it was on the arm of the chair, she keeps coming in and stealing my cats food.
The two of them have yowling matches, hurling insults at each other.
I’m sure the cat is from about 3 or 4 doors up and I don’t want to encourage it as they might get annoyed.
It’s just come in again, I will have to go and shoo it out again.
Orange cat
Playing with line, used a toothbrush for the black outlines. Acrylic on canvas. Done at art group today. I gave it to a friend as it reminded her of her cat Marmalade. X
Kitty
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.
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….
Mallaband-Brown 