Last week was disastrous. It began with the phone (my sketch pad), having a fatal accident and continued with me coming home from a couple of nights away to find that ginger Arthur was missing! To my huge relief he walked in the door another two days later, none the worse and apparently having simply taking himself off for a two-day camping and hunting trip without leaving a note. While in un-cat-related disasters, my lovely half-standard gooseberry snapped in two under the weight of its first substantial crop.
The phone is still lacking a charger (and a sim) so I cannot do much sketching until that is rectified… the most important thing, though, is that Arthur’s back. So here, to prove it, is Arthur’s back 😉
Arthur is the first true cat-of-the-day, the other pictures having been playing catch-up since I decided to start this little blog of phone sketches. Arthur, washing, on a newspaper. Why he feels it necessary to wash on a newspaper is anyone’s guess… presumably it was not with the intention of keeping my desk clean, since this was the same Arthur who was having a midnight-rabbit-snack on the lounge carpet last night as we came home from the pub.
Possibly he is also simply blowing raspberries at what I have to admit was actually a copy of The Sun. (sorry John Pindar of Notes to the Milkman for stealing your comment there 😉 )