I’m convinced our outdoor cat thinks the cat flap is a door knocker! When he wants to come in he rattles it (it’s locked to keep our indoor cats in and other cats, that roam the garden, out).
Tonight I was washing up and rattle – bang-rattle-tap, tap, tap! I didn’t open the door straight away so the cat flap did another bang and crash…
Then, outdoor cat scoots in, eats two pouches of food, some cat milk, some cat treats, then the emploring look ‘can I go out again?’ no doubt he will be back later….
She balances on the sink
Waiting for a love
What a face
How can I resist?
But she’s ready to pounce
Her brother is on the floor
Clash of the cats
Tripping me up!
Learning to illustrate means playing with different techniques. Both of these are black ink. One is just using a black calligraphy pen and the other a fine liner pen and a calligraphy pen. The top is called ‘what’s for tea?’ and the second is a tiny ‘cat teapot’.
He thinks they arr for him. Usually if I have a bag and it rustles it’s cat treats. But tonight? Cashews, I’m hungry after my walk…
Sleepy cat decided it must be treats till he sniffed them! Didn’t stop him licking the salt off my fingers. Cheeky cat!
Now the #30daysketchbookchallenge has finished I’ve got to find something else to draw… Why not cats or surreal versions of them? My hubby asked me to draw him a catfish.. And my indoor boy cat was sitting on his cat tree platform so I did a quick sketch of him.
Two am, or three am or four am….. He wakes up on the bed and asks to go out. Well actually he comes and lies on top of me, then taps me with his paws. That’s fine, I’d rather he asked than had an accident. My indoor cats have litter trays but he doesn’t like that. I can’t open the cat flap or my indoor cats might get out.
But then, at seven am my little girl cat gets her claws under the duvet and scratches at me! I’m under the thrall of my cats! Goodnight!
Where do I go? Where do I fit in? I’m twice as big as your other two cats hooman and yet they are my bosses! They sniff me and check me out. But if I sniff back they don’t like it. Sometimes I raise my paw to say no. But you tell me off hooman.
I sleep on your bed now cos I sort of trust you. And sometimes I sneak up on your chair or climb on your chest. Then I tuck my paws under to keep warm. You tickle my chin and I stretch a paw out to touch your hand and reassure myself. Tonight I’m sitting between you and the other hooman. I’m purring but still a bit nervous. Will you be going to bed soon? I’ll sit between you but if the other hooman with the big heavy paws strokes me too hard I will get off and go back outside for an hour. You are gentle and don’t bother me. But if you don’t love me enough I will get up and go out again… Decisions…. But first, a snack…