
She’s the last
I want her to last
Have all of her 9 lives
Have the best life
The most love
Make her queen
Of the castle
My Cat.
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She’s the last
I want her to last
Have all of her 9 lives
Have the best life
The most love
Make her queen
Of the castle
My Cat.

Got nothing to paint on? One summer I had no canvases because I was on summer break from the polytechnic. So I did a portrait of our cat on the wooden base of a broken mirror. I decided to go surreal and add goldfish, as if she was looking through a glass fishtank. Added painted gravel to the bottom of it. I had fun. This was when I was still using oil paints which soaked in nicely to the wood.

You lie flat,
Relaxed
Trying to stay cool
Purring out of sleep
Into a hot day
More sleep heals
Till you come down for breakfast.

Maybe I’m too old for them?
Have I used all my 9 lives?
I’ve cared for more than 9 cats in my life.
Lost them all over the years?
To finally end with one?
I want more
More companions
More company
Something to talk to
Something that has the ability to love back.
This lady is loving
But also aloof
Does her own thing
Plays, pounces, zooms….

A few nights ago my cat came in limping. It was about 11pm but I decided not to wait but to take him to the emergency vets. I rang a kind friend who would take us to the vets. When he arrived I got the cat carrier out. Unfortunately my cat recently had an operation and as soon as he saw the carrier he made for the back door.. I tried to stop him but didn’t dare grab him incase I made his injury worse. I opened up the door to see him dissappear into the garden undergrowth.
Unfortunately I could not follow because of my poor balance and coordination.
Since that night I have called and whistled for him almost every hour. But he’s not come back. My friend has looked all round the garden twice, but my cat has always been good at hiding.
Now I think he’s gone to sleep somewhere dark and quiet, I’ve reported him missing, but there is no sign. He was having medicine every night for his heart so that will no longer be protecting him.. After the loss of my other boy cat a few months ago I cannot explain how sad I am and guilty that I let him get away. My only excuse was his fear of the cat carrier. I don’t know what to do except grieve. I have my little girl cat. But she is very independent and quite aloof.

No matter how small my cat always seeks bright sunshine. He was playing with his catnip mouse, rolling around, kicking out with his back legs. Happy to be playing and enjoying himself…
Cats are like that, taking the opportunity to get warm and enjoying themselves. Next.. Nap time. Xxxx

No, she sleeps
In a heap
Curl up and snooze
No time to lose
Carpe diem
Seize a snooze today!

What did he hear?
Ears pricked, sitting up
Staring into the kitchen.
Another cat
Staring back
Looking at him, waiting
Eating the food
I put down for mine
Cheeky puss cat
Grinning!

Been to the vets
Now he’s back home,
Lying in the sun.
Anaesthetics worn off
Two teeth removed
No more pain
But antibiotics resume
The joy of recovery
Time to get well.
Hopefully healing
Happy again.

Puddy tat
Sleepy cat
What do you dream of?
Sugar mice
Things that are nice
Salmon and spice
He settled down
To rest and dream
Settled and calm.
Sleeping like a charm.