New paintings and regular art updates.
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!
Cats come in,
Cats go out,
Paws leave prints
Mud, earth, water,
Cats eat
Cats sleep
Make your home
Their territory.
They take over
your chair
Your bed
Your keyboard
Your larder.
Cats
Our Masters?
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!
Sleeping soundly between us. He snores loudly, then his paws are twitching and so are his ears, he’s dreaming. Catching a butterfly or a bee? Just running through the grass in the garden. Playing with leaves on the garden path or dreaming of sleeping in the sun. Cats, relaxed sweet.
This is the previous post put through the photodirector app. The image now has contours. You can feel the movement and it feels like an oil painting or a soft dry pastel drawing. I think I like this more than the original.
Just a photo of the cat washing. He’s just going to curl up to sleep. The image is a bit blurred. I might play with it digitally. I just like the soft curved lines and the slightly greyer areas of shadows. If he sleeps there I won’t be able to get past to the kitchen!
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
Five years ago?
So long…
A kitten jamboree
A smorgasbord of kittens
Sweet enough to eat.
Four of them
But one was shy
Two to one home
Two to another
Happily ensconced
But a hole in my heart ♥
Houseplants and the cat sitting in a box. He looks so comfortable. He sits here in the afternoon when the sun comes in through the window. It’s a lovely sight. Now that the weather is improving he goes and lies in the neighbours garden in the grass which is about a foot high. He comes in when the sun starts to set behind the high privet hedge. I think I would like to be a cat, no responsibility, food at regular intervals. Care and attention. I love this little cat.
Cats don’t care.
Cats are aloof
They don’t need a councillor
They just need love
They can break your heart
But sometimes they might
Just give you a stare
Saying, just don’t go there
I am a cat
This is MY Mat!
Mallaband-Brown