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Sitting by the black cat,
staring into space,
straight and statue like,
that look on his face.
Looking all innocent,
quiet and still.
Never moved a muscle,
while I looked at him.
Then down on the ground
like a flash.
Tiny shards of pottery
fallen with a crash!
Butter wouldn’t melt,
no sign of remorse,
going to be a statue.
Somewhere else?
Of course!
I don’t know when or where I bought this little ink roller, but I think it was probably at a craft shop. The roller is in a little fluorescent green case and is round. It is supplied by black ink and is covered by letters which make an interesting textured pattern. I used it to create faces and a picture of a cat. It’s good to experiment with art.
About 7.50 this morning. The cat was on the window ledge looking out over the garden. Standing sentinel. Approving the occupants of the green place outside. Birds fly or scurry across the land, feeding on wild bird seed. Other cats stalk through the plants and drink the pond water. None miss my cats gaze. He also seems to protect us. Standing guard against interlopers. I feel secure seeing him sitting statue like. Patient, watching over us.
Note: in the UK black cats are lucky as opposed to how they are regarded in other countries.
Black cat,
golden eyes,
a familiar face.
Sleek and charming,
not alarming,
bringing luck,
to one and all.
Found in night,
hidden in shadow.
A mysterious feline,
flying through the air,
a lucky talisman,
for the New Year.
A recent painting that has gone to a good home. I love painting animals and people. I think I’m reasonably good at capturing a close image of what I’m trying to portray. I’m not a super or photo realist, but I try and be as accurate as I can be.
Next year I would like to do some more commissions, and they can be of just about anything. I enjoy the challenge.
Rest and relax
Cat stares into space
Making a warm place
On the bookcase.
My hand painted jug. I chose to paint it with a tortoise shell cat (black white and ginger). With added daisy type flowers. I gave it as a Christmas gift last year. I like keeping my hand in by decorating pottery. I don’t get the chance to do this very often. It came up on my Facebook memories page. I think I did it on a visit to the Emma Bridgewater factory in Hanley, Stoke-on-Trent.
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Jumped in,
Sitting pretty.
My box now,
not yours.
Peeping out,
watching for
the Queen,
his sister
who might turn mean.
Pounced in,
now jumping out.
Biting the sides
of the box.
He slow blinks,
plotting his next move.
One of our cats watches TV. If she sees animals she gets interested. If it’s a dog she will get nervous and walk away. But if it’s a cat, leopard, or lion she gets very interested and stares at the TV. She sometimes goes up and puts her paws or nose on the screen. She seems to notice movement mostly. If it’s a cat stalking another animal she stares intently. She is the first cat that I have ever seen take an interest in TV programmes.
Purring puss
He loves his new basket
Curled up warm and snug!
But jealousy arrives with his sister
Who loves it too.
Squabbles ensue, much chasing,
up and down stairs,
behind the curtains…
Scooting backwards and forwards,
In and out the basket,
one after the other.
Till finally,
they both ignore it,
staying in seperate places.
Eyeing up the basket,
at an impasse….
Neither willing to trespass.
Wish I’d bought two.
Mallaband-Brown