New paintings and regular art updates.
By the splodges on their paws, I could play cat dominoes. I couldn’t do it physically, but my cats have blobs and spots so you could line up photos of them so you get two next to two and three next to three. It’s a silly idea I know, but they have sweet markings. I think black and white cats really are my favourite. Nothing posh. Just Jellicals cats.. A poem by TS Elliott, about cats coming out to play….
Belly time
Turns over
Purrs
Happy cat
Fluffy fur
Bright eyes
Happy
Kitty cat
Life
Friends
I wish I was a cat. Curled up curves, elegant in sleep. Cashew nut shape, spiral, sweet.
I wish I was a cat, that’s just been fed, delicate meals or lion roaring red.
I wish I were a cat, washing paws and face, the most incredible positions, but all done with grace.
I wish I were a cat, out in the wild, climbing trees in gardens. But home again to play.
I wish I were a cat, companion and good friend. Asleep on your lap. Pinned you down, so he can nap!
What is it about cats and bags? I caught the cat trying to get his head in a small paper bag yesterday, it hadn’t had food in it but he was intrigued anyway. They like the cloth bags from the local supermarket, but even get in the orange plastic carrier bags if I leave them on the sofa while I’m unloading the groceries. Sometimes though if I use the bag again they go off it (it must smell different).
What other things do they sleep on or in? Cat beds, a cat tree, cushions and chair throws, basically wherever they want and can fit. Occasionally they even sleep on the sofa or our chairs, but that’s usually after we have gone to bed. Yeah, cats rule round here!
The cats asleep on the mat. No space to walk past them and I want to get in the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. Meanwhile the wind is whistling round the windows and the cat flap is rattling in the wind.
Black and white cats
On a black and white mat.
Full of purrs
These soft furs
Curled up warm
In the storm.
I took the photo.. Click
And he woke up
Turned round
Put his paw over his nose
And started snoring!
He’s pulled the chair cover
Off my chair
Made a nest
He’s purring!
Nice and warm
Totally curled
Tail tucked in
Sleeping!
Added a filter to emphasise the fur on my furry friend. It looks strange but I don’t think it looks bad. He’s sitting on the chair arm next to me starting to nod off. Black and white cats are so sweet. I might try some other filters to see how they come out. I might also try a black and white filter.
Every night she paws in,
Footpads run and jump
Up on the bed
Miaow, purr, headbutted
Poddled by her paws
Seeking love
Then she sits
On my chest.
Miew for a head scratch
Tickle behind the ears
Stroke her back
Give love and receive love.
Little cat, big love.
This cat is big! He’s the biggest cat we’ve ever had. And yet he’s gentle and much more loving than he was when we first took him in.
He was known as ‘the outside cat’ at first. But we gave him a name and gradually he touched our hearts. He had been abandoned by his previous owners and was thin and a bit standoffish at first. For a long time he was outside and my other two cats stayed inside, they were rescues and we didn’t want them to stray onto the main road. We were also concerned they might catch something from the new cat.
I can’t believe how long it’s been since we let him in the house, and the other two out. Basically I would lock the cat flap so he could come in to eat but I would have to let him out so the two couldn’t go. But even then he was getting bigger and he would push and push on the cat flap until he broke it! We glued the split cat flap back together with a layer of plastic and sellotape. But eventually I got another flap and cut it down so the door to it would fit into the original mechanism.
Since then, this cat has thrived. He jumps up between us when we ask, he’s gentle with the other two (he eats as much as both of them put together though!). I love them all, but he has a special place in my heart.
There is a saying ‘in like a lamb, out like a lion’ (and vice versa) when it comes to March weather. We also talk about March winds.
After a very dry February, March has turned wild. It started quietly, but as the month has progressed the rain and wind has blown in over the Atlantic, causing low pressure systems to scud over us with record levels of rain falling.
Last night the wind was howling, one of the cats ran in, his coat glistening with rain. He looked like an otter that was just out of a river! He slept under the cover of my chair, like it was a little cave to keep warm in. He knows when to stay warm despite seemingly loving the awful weather.
Mallaband-Brown