Wormy is still around, but currently in favour is Catnip Dynamite, a highly bitable stuffed cloth cylinder attached to a rope with a bell on the end. It is the best thing ever for dragging up and down my studio floor at high speed and then biting. The way to get the better of it is apparently to go into attack mode whilst at the same time attempting to stand one’s head. This catches it out every time.
Meanwhile the Kickeroo (bought for Sergeant Stripes by Tony who had clearly forgotten the Sergeant’s diminutive stature) has become definitely and firmly Percy’s, and he is guarding it. He attacks it with enthusiasm on a nightly basis. It looks a bit like Arthur, but that is only coincidence. Probably.
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
Arthur is so tiny and fragile, he feels the best place for him would be in an egg box. It is fortunate therefore, that he fits it so well.
Diminutive little Freyja may not look it, but she is six months old now, and had to have a trip to the vets to make sure there will be no other wandering stray kittens needing homes in a few months time. That was yesterday. Today she has been running around like an idiot antagonizing Arthur, and finally decided to have a rest from this on some extra-large bubble-wrap and show off shaved belly. I actually think she has barely noticed the entire episode, apart from being cross at not going outside.
Freyja (a.k.a. The Nose-Beast, for reasons which should be abundantly clear), has gone hunting and has caught and slain a whole Dragon(fly). Very pleased with it she was, too, until she managed to poke it in underneath my behemoth of a plan chest, where, I suspect, it has joined a lot of biros. The plan chest is almost impossible to move, so there it will stay until the floor needs replacing.
I was a little sad for the Dragon(fly).
On another matter, Somerset Art Weeks have begun (the preparations for it have been the reason for the break in drawings), and my gallery space is full of my swimming drawings. There are cat-drawings too, as greetings cards. If you are in the area for the next fortnight, come and visit. Go to this page for the details.
The Dragon(fly) Slayer
There is some football cup or something just beginning today. Freyja has been deposited back with me in my studio: she got thrown out of the lounge for handball…
For the last 3 nights Percy has eschewed the bed. Perhaps he feels that it is not soft and yielding enough to a cat of his considerable size. Instead he has taken to sleeping on the sofa that lives in the bedroom, on top of a pile of at least seven folded towels. He reminds me of the story of the Princess and the Pea. Unlike the princess, however, Percy is quite comfortable; Percy would be comfortable sleeping on the pea alone, in fact Percy could sleep in an entire field of peas.
The Princess and the Pea