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Sketching Sgt. Stripes

Sketching Sgt. Stripes

A couple of ‘kitten action’ sketches. The top left one was actually a few days ago, young wobbly-kitten-walking. Now we have progressed: that disembowelling hold and kick is hard-wired, and Sgt. Stripes is practising on Wormy, who seems to enjoy it. Both sketched from a moving kitten, so highly polished drawings are not to be expected…

Sketching Sgt. Stripes

Sketching Sgt. Stripes

cat-seedling

Cat-seedling

I have an electric propagator. It is basically a plastic tray with an electric heater beneath its surface, so that when you put pots of seeds on top the steady gentle heat warms the soil and encourages the seeds to germinate. It hasn’t been used much this year, but it’s being put to good use now to help bring on one very tiny, plump cat-seedling.

cat-seedling

cat-seedling

Sergeant Stripes

Sergeant Stripes is alive and well!

Sergeant Stripes came to us yesterday at less than 4 weeks old. It is possible that some very awful people abandoned him, what is certain is that some very caring people rescued him at what was probably a week old and that at the same time a seagull was deprived of his dinner.
‘Stripes’, now promoted to Sergeant Stripes, is ginger and white with a sooty tail, but has so far not stayed still long enough for a portrait sitting for me to put in his colours, so you will have to believe me.
Tomorrow, he will be 4 weeks old.

Sergeant Stripes

Sergeant Stripes

Listen to my Ears

Listen to my ears!

Percy is STARVING* and is expressing his anguish with all of the waggling his considerable ears can muster. He can keep this up for the full our between now and actual cat teatime at 5pm, his protest punctuated by a strident “MwaaaH” and finally a gentle claw in the backside.

* For the benefit of cat-lovers, I should add that no cats were in fact starved to make this drawing, that there is actually still food in Percy’s bowl, and that as soon as this sketch was finished I walked Percy to his bowl and he began to tuck in, thereby ensuring me about 20 minutes peace. Percy likes me to accompany him to his dinner bowl at regular intervals throughout the day.

Listen to my Ears

“Listen to my Ears!”