Women, poets, and especially artists, like cats: delicate natures only can realize their sensitive nervous systems.Helen M. Winslow
This is Blue. He loves art and cannot help himself from wanting to get into the mix of things when I’m involved at my art table. He loves sitting on easels and standing on stacks of collage magazines, or pushing pencils and erasures onto the floor. This can drive me nuts, but he has so many good points. I think artists in general like cats and find them soothing, entertaining, and mysterious companions.
I think Blue would love to be a cat who paints, but I haven’t given him the chance. He is a big and patient boy. He is mellow and undemanding. He is very cuddly and good in bed. He likes to spoon. He doesn’t judge me for loving sleep and wanting to sleep in the afternoon – for being a night owl.
I’m certain Blue admires my creative endeavors. He isn’t the least bit critical of my art. In fact he considers me fascinating and never tires of the scraps of paper, the pencils, the markers, and especially the water in jars that I bring to the table. As far as he is concerned I’m Frida Kahlo or Georgia O’Keeffe. I adore him for that.