Stop bringing me presents!

I don’t want a mouse

Or a frog

Bought in alive

To scurry or croak.

Caught with a fishing net

For goldfish

And put out again.

I don’t want that bee!

Keep it for yourself

Or a wasp

You surreptitiously

Sneak in

For my pleasure

Take that shrew away

At least hedgehogs are spiky

So they won’t be dropped

At my feet

With a smug purr!

There you go!

Here’s my rent!

Curled up

Drawing in biro of the cat curled up between us. Normally he’s beside us by now but he came in, ate and then went back out again.

In other news, another cat is coming in to eat! I heard my boy cat making purring noises and turned to look. A cat that is mostly black with a very thin white mark on its nose, had come in and was eating my cats food! It’s thin so I didn’t chase it out. Its the third time I’ve seen it. The other two times was outside. I’m not sure we need another cat!

Cats

I must do more ‘real’ or analogue art. I mean physical art, not digital drawing or photography. I loved doing these lino cuts as part of my MA final major project. I liked trying to learn a new skill. I could also create cards for sale by doing this. I would maybe use acrylic paints instead of ink? Then I could play with the colours. And by using a lino cut twice but by offsetting the print slightly I could get interesting fringes of colour around the images. Lots of ideas. I just need to do them.

For Friday 13th

Digitally manipulated photo of a cat goblet I had given to me. The glass globe in the top of it is a paperweight. The texture and light highlights are from using photodirector. You can position the highlights over and over so I chose three lots, each placed where they would be reflected off places such as the cats eye. I chose to make this because its Friday 13th which is a day of superstitious fears in the UK.

Wet Cat

Our cat doesn’t seem bothered by rain. He comes in, soaking wet, and just plonks himself down on a cushion. He purrs while I stroke his back. He’s like a baby otter. Now he will sit and wash till he’s dry. Then he will probably have something to eat and then curl up to sleep.

There was a very wet cat

Who was also incredibly fat

He was like a sponge

When he took a plunge

Into custard stored in a vat.

OK that’s a really bad limerick. It doesn’t make much sense xx