Cats

I love cats. Just watch any cat and their deliberate and graceful movements are art in motion and can entertain you for hours. KRuds and I have had four cats. Being childless, we considered them our children. They all had different personalities. Our first cat, Leila, was a gray violet Himalayan. She was a little princess who loved to cuddle with KRuds. She was very moody and antisocial with the rest of the humans. It took a while for her to warm up to us and we thought getting her a playmate will open her up. So we got Winston, a gold Persian. We told the breeder that we wanted a cat with loads of personality and Winston had it in spades. He was a cat that thought he was a dog and human at the same time. He loved dressing up in costumes. Winston was definitely a bully. He would not let Leila anywhere near us when he is around and he always wanted attention, If you are reading a newspaper, he would swat at it until you put it down and play with him. When KRuds is working on a project in the house such as carpentry or plumbing, he would be right on top of it. And he REALLY ate my niece's homework! He loved bringing us field mice as surprise presents (into our bedroom, no less) He always woke us up early by pulling on the blankets, and if we continued to ignore him, he plastered his 20 pound furry body on our faces. Because of that we finally had to ban him from our bedroom.

So obviously, Winston was not going to be the ideal companion for Leila, so we got another gold Persian we named Hugo, after the hurricane, since all he did was twirl around the house like a little hurricane, Hugo was the athlete of the group, constantly trying to beat his high jump records and taking laps around the house,

When Winston died of a heart attack, we got another cat, Annie was a tortoise Exotic, a cross between a Persian and an American shorthair. Of all the cats, Annie was the easiest to take care of because of her short hair. She was very sweet and always sang along when we do karaoke. She got along well with the other two cats but like the others she hated leaving the confines of our house. So there was always a lot of drama when we have to go to the vet or the groomers.

They are all gone now, and I miss them a lot. They were great company and were a welcome sight when we came home from work. When we open the door into the house, they would all be lined up in a row, waiting to greet us.

Here are some of my art projects where I featured cats:

Good Morning, Mama, Watercolor, 2010

Naughty Leila, Watercolor, 2010

Lazy afternoon, Watercolor, 2009

Leila, Quilt 2008