Skimble in Colour

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.

Skimble in colour

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.

Skimble the cat

Charcoal picture of my cat, SkimbleThis is a quick sketch of my cat, Skimble. She did insist on not holding a pose, and halfway through decided that she'd had enough and hid under the sofa. I think it's recognisably a cat, which I suppose is some sort of progress. Whether it's recognisably my cat is a whole other enchilada.

Skimble and Poppy are sisters, we got them from the RSPCA at about aged four. Now Poppy, is quite forthright. She will come and stick her nose in, especially where there is food. She's the bully of the two and picks on Skimble. Poppy will sit on my lap in the evenings, she likes that.

Like most bullies, Poppy is also a bit of a coward. If anything unexpected happens (like, say, making a cup of tea or the doorbell ringing) you won't see her for dust.

Skimble is a bit more laid back, she tarts about for petting at times, but other than that she's calm. Subservient to Poppy, but chilled. She won't come and sit on your lap as readily, but she won't vanish either.

Skimble is the one that worked out that when it's time for the vet, staying put under the heavy object is a better place to be than running out into the next room where the door can be shut behind you and you can be captured at leisure.

Skimble is definitely the brains of the operation.