After reading the cycling magazine the cat fell into a deep sleep. As I watched him his back legs started to kick and wheel, like he was pushing pedals, hard. In his dreams he was riding a small bike, resting his forepaws on softly covered handle bars. Cycling up and down the rooves, down into guttering, splashing along, kicking leaves down to the ground. Now he’s going for a wheelie, front wheel pulled up. Leaping the gap between two houses, tail flying like a flag. Eventually, after half an hour of chasing his tail on the bike, round and round in rattling circles, he falls gently into a quiet sleep but remembering his ‘mad cat’ adventures.
Boy cat on the cat tree. He’s definitely got his ‘side’ the girl sits on the other side. Somehow my hubbies train set has migrated onto the top space. Not sure why? There is a lot of junk in that corner, but the cat tree is right next to a radiator and it’s also warm there in the afternoon sunshine. I wish I was a cat x
Warm and soft
On my knee
Feel it’s breath
Curled up, warm,
Paw stretched out,
Tail wrapped round,
Pinning me down!
Caught in a soft embrace
Of fur and claws!
The cat sat on the mat,
by the heater,
warm and snug,
the occasional lick of his paws,
the obligatory stretch and curl.
Cat knows a good place,
when he finds one.
Outside its cold and overcast, inside?
Bright and calm.
Cat knows the best place,
and how to claim it.
He’s curled up on a cushion between out two chairs. Happily asleep. He’s not a cat that twitches much when he dreams. Some of the kick out their legs and run after mice I guess when they sleep. But my boy cat stays calm, a twitch of his ear, or his nose is all he does. Cats sleep for sixteen hours a day as far as I know. Imagine that. Head down, dreaming over what food he will be getting for tea. Slightly pampered. Always loved.
My cat has taken to sleeping in this cardboard box, and I just saw the sign on the side ‘Chill 2/4°C’.
I had to get my camera and take a couple of photos on him. He might not be the cutest cat in the world, but he certainly is the sweetest to me.
He half closes his eyes, and I’m sure he smiles! He finds various places to sleep. This is his favourite place at the moment.
Quiet, peaceful, resting cat.
Quiet, gentle, happy cat.
Quiet, tired, needs a nap,
Quiet peaceful, happy cat.
The cat has taken up residence on the microwave. He likes it in the kitchen because I think it’s cooler for him in the evening. The other cat sleeps upstairs. I just move things out of his way and he settles down. I like it when he crosses his front paws over his nose. He looks so cute.
keeping the light out,
running and chasing
in his mind.
You can’t catch me,
as he curls into a tighter ball.
Lying comfortably in the crook of his arm,
the tom cat lies sleeping,
cuddled up against his human dad.
curled up and cute,
he is relaxed and happy.
Black and white fur,
Just a twitch of his ears,
now and then.
I drew this at about 3.30am but waited to post till now. This is my fourteenth urban sketchers Stoke-on-Trent drawing.
I have tried to draw the darker areas with heavier pen strokes. The lighter ones I’ve drawn with the same pen, but trying not to put as much pressure on. I used a unipin ink pen 0.8 size nib. On an A5 sheet of cartridge paper.
The stripey thing he is lying on is a knitted cushion in the shape of an owl. It’s my cats favourite sleeping spot as it’s over the gap between the chair arms of our two arm chairs, so he gets the chance to sleep between the two of us when we are there. He’s lying there now. Dozing…