In which we drag cats on a leash
In which I photograph skimble
In which a cat sits in the sun
In which I photograph my cat
In which I photograph a cat. Again.
In which I photograph my cat. Again.
In which I photograph feet.... or rather, paws.
In which I photograph a cat
In which I lose inspiration for my picture of the day and revert to a cat photo.
In which I can't think of anything to photograph, so I photograph a cat.
In which I post a picture of my cat, Poppy.
In which Poppy the cat gets a hug.
In which I show a catty bookmark
In which I post a photo of one my cats.
Self Indulgent pet talk time. Poppy, one of my two cats, has a bit of a cold at the moment. Like humans with the common cold, she will be fine most of the time and then... 'achooo!', there is this little sneeze.
Now, being a cat she tends not to use a handkerchief (though she has put her paw up more than once to apparently try and do the right thing). In addition, her favourite place to sit, her absolute top notch spot is on top of the sofa behind Monica's head. (Skimble likes it there too, but Poppy gets first dibs).
Yes, Monica has experienced the joy that is a cat sneeze in close proximity to ones head.
When I reached for the moleskine this evening, I knew I wanted to draw, but didn't know what.
I looked around to see skimble laying on top of the sofa, motionless. She was looking away from me and I decided to give it a go.
I am really, really pleased with this. Despite the cat looking away, it's recognisably a cat. I think it's also recognisably my cat, and that's a big thing for me. When Skimble is resting she goes incredibly flat, and I think this has been captured.
I'm really feeling very bouncy about this picture, it's a buzz!
Granted, there is probably lots wrong with it, but for now, for right now, I don't care.