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Cat Art Rules!



from The Moon and Star
from The Moon and Star

Their compact little bodies make for quick sketching, little ears pointed up to listen to the world around them. They sit patiently and fit into many beautiful settings.


from Shadow Walkers
from Shadow Walkers

A cat could be there watching, listening, sitting quietly - calm in the midst of wild diversity.


Also from Shadow Walkers
Also from Shadow Walkers

Their famous curiosity draws them to many places, especially something new. Bring anything new into your home and they will notice it and examine it. If it's a box, they'll be in it.



from Montana Cats
from Montana Cats

In nature, they notice textures and smells and sights. Their sensitive whiskers extend like wispy feelers. Their delicate noses lift in the air. Their stillness, when settled in a favorite spot, makes them good subjects. In a composition, their compact bodies fit in many places. They could be in most outdoor settings.


from Midnight and Moonlight
from Midnight and Moonlight

They also curl up easily to fit in a lap, a symbol of warmth and contentment.


from Shadow Walkers
from Shadow Walkers

We wonder what a cat thinks as it watches us throughout the day. What mysteries do we offer? What does it notice?





Cat poems:


A cat observes silently from its perch.

What an honor to be the object

of such quiet consideration.


Summer cats slip out to hunt at night

in cool air under a moonlit sky

to later sleep all day in quiet corners.


Soft paws creep closer as Bridget finds her place to snuggle

into the softness and warmth I offer

and together we drift into contented dreams.


Peace is snuggling with a velvet-furred cat

purring on my lap

while I lose myself in yet another adventure

within the pages of a book.


For Fiona:


Last night

she leapt upon my lap,

stared into my eyes,

and kneaded the blanket across my thighs.

Does she miss her kitty mother?

I wonder about her grief,

taken from her mother as a baby;

so young she came,

so tiny and soft.


She studies my face

with eyes so wide

her pupils black

within a pool of green.


She and I together, two single ladies,

hanging out, as a candle burns,

watching the news and

wondering what tomorrow might bring;

but settling for pleasure in each other's company,

giving each other warmth in a chilly room

on a winter's night.


I stroke her back.

She lifts her chin and purrs loudly with approval.

My fingers tingle and I admire the deep velvety pillow of fur.

There are no more words to say.


She will stay until i move.

The need to stretch my legs will signal a change.

and she will go and find her sister.

And they will fly upstairs together,

to roll and tumble across the carpet,

and pretend to be great hunters and scout prey,

catnip mice and Christmas bows.





 
 
 

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