Putting out his paw

Our outside cat really does seem to appreciate us. Often he puts out his paw and touches me as if he is confirming to himself that I am real, that I exist. It is somehow a gesture of reassurance. Trust, acceptance. I feel so privileged that he seems to know we care about him.

This photo was just taken. He wants to sit between us on the armchair arms. My hubby pats the cushion on the arms and he jumps up. He’s now resting his head on the arm. Soon he will be asleep.

My indoor cats still get attention, I see the look of love in their faces, slightly closing their eyes in a look of pleasure, but I guess our outdoor cat needs that extra bit of care. He was rejected and abandoned by his previous owners and its taken about three years to get him in and really gain his trust. We love him.

Come in cat!

Come on cat

Come on in

It’s blowing a gale

And raining hail

A storm is coming

And you’re outside

I’ve called your name

But instead you hide!

Come on in cat

Don’t be shy

There’s food here for you

Through the storm, fly

Run in now

Listen to my call

Don’t stay out

Through the heavy rain fall!

Come in

Be comfy

Stay a while

Be warm and happy

Prodigal feline in style.

Observational drawings

A couple of observational drawings from the last couple of days. Both using coloured pencils but the one with black was drawn with a little black ink roller you use to blot out addresses, then colour added on top.

Ive used the ink roller a few times. By tipping it on its edge I’m able to make rough thin marks, and varied pressure means I can change the tone slightly.

My hubby is a windmill and the cat and he snore…

When you go to bed you don’t expect your hubby to start waving his arms about, in the middle of some nightmare. Then he turns over and starts snoring. Meanwhile a cat has snuck onto your chest, pinning you down, claws on his front sticking in you and a blissful heavy breathing, snoring…. Grr, so I got up, made a decaff coffee, drank it, warmed up a bit, and finally at 6am fell asleep. Then woke up in pain, my hubby using my shoulder as a pillow again! Grr, zzzzzz

Rat-a-tat-cat!

I’m convinced our outdoor cat thinks the cat flap is a door knocker! When he wants to come in he rattles it (it’s locked to keep our indoor cats in and other cats, that roam the garden, out).

Tonight I was washing up and rattle – bang-rattle-tap, tap, tap! I didn’t open the door straight away so the cat flap did another bang and crash…

Then, outdoor cat scoots in, eats two pouches of food, some cat milk, some cat treats, then the emploring look ‘can I go out again?’ no doubt he will be back later….

Happy outdoor cat, indoors

Since the middle of winter our outdoor cat has come in every day, and most nights he sleeps at least a couple of hours on the bed. He’s a big cat, and waking up with him lying on your chest is a bit startling. Then he reaches out one or both front paws in a gesture of trust. He’s not very keen on being touched. His nose has been scratched by other cats several times (no real animosity between him and my other two cats though). But he’s well fed now and you can see he’s greatful… And he’s like skippy the Bush kangaroo (a reference to a 1960’s kids TV programme…) he points at things. He looks at his bowl when he wants food, the door if he wants to be let out, but more than that, his body language communicates, and if I tap somewhere on the bed with my hand he will go there… And being touched by his paw on my hand is so sweet.