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…
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.
Waiting for Kitten Food:
Outside is a beautiful day, but Percy is lurking in my studio in the hope that the bowl of kitten food that I have hidden will magically re-appear. Freyja is lurking in my studio in the hope that Percy will do something interesting. it is a sort of three-way stand-off. We shall see who breaks first.
It’s six o’clock on a fair August evening, and the kid had been shut inside again. Arthur and Percy can hang out and ablute in peace, without fear of being pounced upon by small and enthusiastic kittens.
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Freyja has had her jabs, her microchip and is allowed out (supervised as present, as she is still a mad little kitten). She has discovered that the garden is just absolutely full of fun things; Arthur is at pains to point out that he is not one of them.
Full speed sideways!
If you are a little on the small side, terrify your enemies by approaching them sideways on, which will make you look much, much bigger. For added impact wave your huge front paws and perfect your mad-eyed kitten look.
Do not think that this greenhouse vigil is because it is warm and sunny in here, nor even because of the nice blanket one finds discarded by a careless owner. It is because of the frail and vulnerable Aubergine seedlings that one has discovered yet again stand out here without protection. Two nights ago one’s human forgot them entirely and left them out all night and they almost died, so one has to ask, if one’s human forgets the Aubergines, what else might be forgotten?
Because of my drawings, it seems that Arthur and Percy are becoming quite well known to people who have never met them. Most of those people think that the ginger boys sleep almost the whole time. This is of course largely true (they are cats), but it’s not always true. The trouble is, it is so much easier to draw them when they are sleeping. So, to redress the balance, here is a picture from memory of Arthur and Percy, leaping and pronking over possession of a cardboard box that was favourite of the moment last week. And for those unfamiliar with the term, Percy is the one who is pronking.
Percy on Vincent van Gogh’s chair. Van Gogh was also ginger, now I come to think of it, though it is fair to say that Percy is better equipped in the ear department than Mr van Gogh ever was.
Percy is having to train up a new cushion to his liking. Arthur deliberately sat on his favourite red cushion and now it will never be the same. This new one has a rather attractive tapestry of chickens on it, and it will have to do now that the red cushion is broken. Percy is familiar with chickens, there are several who live out in the garden; chickens do not give Percy any trouble at all, only Arthur does.