A cat comes in handy when you are out of options and do not want to simply draw a pretty picture of a beautiful woman.
Last year I was at Oudaen, a city castle at Utrecht, Netherlands which now is a crowdy hotspot for party people. I was dining near the window in the corner with hundreds of people around me but a single cat was lying quietly by the window.
In retrospective this is an ode to my deceased cat who died in November 2016. This is her, reclining in the sun, a couple of months earlier, when she was still going strong.
Twice it came back to me because of the partner of the purchaser didn’t agree with the vibrator. The third time was a charm.
My cat ‘Poekie’ on my bed at my parents’ home when I was sick. I had the flu but luckily I also was caught by a drawing frenzy.
Conté drawing on paper