New paintings and regular art updates.
I decided o do some leaflets about my cat, which was fine till the printer ran out of ink! I went in the computer shop only to find out they don’t stock that ink anymore. Grr
So I diligently delivered over thirty leaflets. I had to fill in gaps in the ettering where it had not printed properly.
I’ve removed his name and my phone number as this is being shared in public. You have to be so cautious about sharing information. I just want my cat back.
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Some ideas for a college three square narrative. I had to put a portfolio together a few weeks ago. I decided to draw a cat trying to overcome a cat flap. This was based on one of my cats actually breaking the plastic flap because he’s too big and strong! (not the cat that’s gone missing). The big cat is very determined. He wouldn’t be deterred by a closed cat flap. He couldn’t get out by pushing it forward so I saw him pull the flap towards him with a claw, then pull it upwards till he could get his nose underneath and get out that way!
My heart hurts
I miss you so much
I stroke your shadow
In my imagination
The way you purred
And pranced
Jumped high
Balanced like a gymnast
My podgy puddy cat
Leaned back and looked up
Paw high
Reaching
Waiting to nuzzle my hand
My memories
My dreams
You are still there.
Like Schrodinger’s Cat
Gone, not gone?
Lingering
I still don’t know where my cat has gone. We went for a walk yesterday evening with our cat carrier. If we saw him in someone’s window or garden we were going to knock on their door and demand they give him back!
Sadly that didn’t happen. I feel more and more despondent. There is an empty space in the house and in my mind. The way he ran up and jumped on the back of the settee with a purrow! The way he came into the bathroom in the morning and greeted me with head butt’s and cheek rubs. I miss him. Hubby misses him. If he has died because of his heart condition I want to be able to say goodbye.
Sorry, just so sad….
My boy cat has gone missing. If you live in Stoke-on-Trent, I’m near Portmeirion pottery. He does go out but usually comes in at night, or first thing in the morning.
I’ve always trained my cats to come when I whistle a short tune. I use it because the sound carries better than shouting.
I’m worried because he has a heart murmur. I’m just posting here on the off chance someone might know something.
Snoring, sleeping
Dreaming of leaping
Warm and snuggled
After being cuddled
Breath slowing down
After a night on the town.
Raining outside
Came in to hide
Away from the storm
With a lick and a yawn!
The cat was washing so I drew him. I decided to add contours instead of shading it in completely black. This follows on from my previous line drawing of bar code.. Similar principle. I like drawing convoluted lines. This was with a black fine line pen. The lines give it a different shape to how the fur would lie.
You show your belly
Cheer me up
Dare I tickle
Your white chest.
Paws have claws
Eyes are half closed
I don’t trust you!
But your belly
Tempts!
Reaching, stretching, paws up, claws out. But he’s only saying hello.
Just look at those whiskers, able to twitch and feel. Helps with moving around in the dark. Used to check a space is wide enough to get through. Pushed forward when he’s interested in something, sniffing and smelling his food or a cat nip toy.
Claws ready to knead and pull, to show he loves you by ‘poddling’. A happy cat….
Sleeping
Snoozing
Sharing
Sweet.
Staring
Settled
Snug
Soft.
Sheltered
Subtle
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Sheets
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