New paintings and regular art updates.
I painted this several years ago. She was my favorite cat. Always sitting behind the weeping fig at the top of the stairs. I painted her a couple of years before she passed away. I know it’s a long time ago because the fig grew to be about six foot high when we finally got rid of it. It’s one of very few paintings I had framed, because it was for myself. I generally don’t put them on as people can then choose what they want.
She was a lovely friendly cat, and very clever. Much loved.
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I took this as a colour photo but decided to put a black and white filter on it. No real cat was put in a bag for the purposes of this photo.
I liked the geometry of the sharp white moon and the diagonal of the table runner. Grey is always useful in black and white photos.
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My cats play and chase each other every few hours. It starts with the female cat lying down in front of the male cat, he starts to groom her and they start squabbling, she fends him off as he tries to nip her. They then start chasing each other, sneaking up and Pouncing at each other, racing round the room and up the stairs.
Lately it been a game of “I’m the king of the castle, get down you dirty rascal…” a game that children used to play where you would stand on top of a pile of dirt or maybe rocks and your friends would try and push you off and capture the high ground.
I’ve got a pile of clothes and laundry waiting to go upstairs, but the male cat has taken to sleeping on it. His sister objects and jumps up. A few times she has chased him away, only for him to come back and recapture it! I was going to take a photo of him, but he jumped down so I’ve drawn a cat on it. It does remind me of the game we used to play.
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Cold cat
Sits outside,
Won’t come it,
Wants to hide.
Cold cat
Likes to purr
But won’t come in
He won’t stir.
Cold cat,
Hides his face
Snuggles up
In a quiet place.
Cold cat
I hope I find
A new home
For your mind.
We’ve had a visit from a kind lady who offered to check if Woody is microchipped. He is! We have the number from it and have contacted the local branch of the cats protection league as the firm he is registered with can’t pass on his details as its data protected.
Hopefully he will be reunited, or rehomed soon.
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My male cat on his cat tree tray. He finds other places now as it’s not directly over the radiator and he’s got a bit big for it. His sister sits on the other side on a tray directly over the radiator.
I just loved the way he was lying in the hot sun, clearly enjoying the warmth.
Memories of lovely days….
And yet, fireworks are going off outside. I feel so sorry for the stray cat living outside in our shed. I hope he’s tucked up out of the cold in the cat box we got him. We tried letting him into the house today because it’s so cold, but our cats objected strongly. They started yowling at him. And as they won’t let me take them to the vets to be inoculated I dare not let him stay inside.
It’s not good to have half an hour of loud fireworks. It’s even scaring the cats inside.
And yet in one country at least they have introduced silent fireworks. Surely we should do the same.
Black cat,
staring eyes
Making spells
Flying high.
Chase the moon,
Race the sky.
Jumping down
To the street.
Chasing mice,
Nice to eat?
Having fun,
Being quick
Oh so neat.
Cat familiar,
Friend of mine.
Making magic
Oh so fine…
A cat can curl up here,
Sit on my knee.
Or on the pile of washing,
Curled up and snug.
Dreaming of flying birds.
Thinking of whizzing leaves,
Warm and toasty,
Curled up and snug.
Winter shivers the bones,
Rain drips down necks,
Sun sets early,
Curled up and snug.
Food to eat and water to drink,
Warm and draft free
Thinking of sitting in a tree.
Curled up and snug…..
My cat does not like his belly rubbing or tickling even if he lies like this! Tickle his chin, that’s fine. Try and give him a belly rub, and the claws come out. He has to be extremely relaxed for me to dare to tickle him. I’ve got lots of scratches and puncture wounds in the months after we got him. Now I know him, I keep my hands away from those claws. I think it’s like fishing, he tempts you close, then – pounce, he’s got the back of your hand or a finger. Ouch!
Mallaband-Brown