When a man wants to murder a tiger he calls it sport; when a tiger wants to murder him he calls it ferocity. ― George Bernard Shaw
Tag Archives: Cats
Mircoe with Sunflowers. Cat portrait for Patricia and her sweet kitty Mircoe. Van Gogh-ish influence, complete with a hat and sunflowers (Mircoe’s favorite flower―and Patricia’s too). I had a lot of fun with this portrait because Mircoe is so adorable! Shared with permission from Patricia.
I dream my painting and I paint my dream. ― Vincent van Gogh
Blues Cat. Cat in a cool mood.
I’ve been surrounded by cats since I shared a playpen with one and I couldn’t imagine my house without a cat or two. One of my favorite childhood poems:
Cats sleep anywhere, any table, any chair.
Top of piano, window-ledge, in the middle, on the edge.
Open drawer, empty shoe, anybody’s lap will do.
Fitted in a cardboard box, in the cupboard with your frocks.
Anywhere! They don’t care! Cats sleep anywhere.
― Eleanor Farjeon
I’ve been away from blogging for a little while, as we’ve been busy with the integration of a new adult cat to our household. Glad to say it’s gone smoothly!
I’d show you a picture of her, but she was very badly matted when we found her and now she’s got quite a ridiculous haircut. Punk lion-kitty. With the online world always hungry for silly cat photos, I figure it’s better for her dignity to allow the fur some time to grow back before we post snapshots.
She’s sweet lady calico and we’re glad to have her in our family.
I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul. — Jean Cocteau
Our handsome ginger fellow, Mr. Jones, says:
Happy St. Patrick’s Day from our family to yours.
May you always have walls for the winds,
a roof for the rain, tea beside the fire,
laughter to cheer you, those you love near you,
and all your heart might desire.
— Irish Blessing
Our elder lady and most dignified kitty, who always photographs radiantly.
Thousands of years ago, cats were worshipped as gods.
Cats have never forgotten this. — Anonymous
I didn’t realize how I’d feel once the holiday season started creeping in. The mall is already playing Christmas music and it’s not even Thanksgiving yet. It’s actually bad enough it’s Thanksgiving when you’ve lost someone close to you.
Anyway, I’m not making more posts about how sad I am. I’m sad. No surprise. Grief sucks. Also no surprise. I’m not fishing for sympathy comments.
However, if you want to comment a funny joke, I’m all ears. Sillier the better!
Speaking of jokes… let me share one straight from my dentist’s office—my dentist, by the way, is amazing and will cure your fear of dentistry if you have any—so if you’re the Phoenix area, check them out—they may also have kittens. Yes, kittens. Well, cats. Our two little kitty boys were fostered by my dentist, no joke. She still has their momma. My dentist is awesome.
Wait. The joke!
A mushroom walks into a bar.
Bartender: We don’t serve your kind here.
Mushroom: Why not? I’m a FUN-GUY.
You may have groaned, but I’ll bet you’ll pass that one along. ;)
Oh, artwork. Yeah, it’s been like pulling teeth (OMG ANOTHER DENTIST REFERENCE) but I made five more pieces of art. Once again, I hate three of them. I’m glad I have more time to pull together a show of twenty.
However, I did love two of them. This time, so that you can actually see the detail, I’m sharing just one of them. I’ll probably post another soon. This is my second favorite (hey, gotta save something to show you later) and created entirely in Adobe Photoshop, which isn’t common for me, but go figure.
I call it ‘Sanctum‘. It’s an alien gateway/throne/dunno. I created it for a wonderful friend of mine (who has no blog to link to) who adores all things alien. Someday, the mothership may return for us. I hope they bring cookies.