Oil on museum quality, archival ampersand gessobord™ panel - 8” x 8”
I guess the feral kittens outside have reminded me of when my own cat China gave birth to her litter almost eighteen years ago. The last of which, Anna, is on my lap as I type this, with both paws over my left wrist and her head resting demurely on them. This does not help my already poor typing skill, but if I try and extricate my hand, she takes her paw and puts it back where it was. I think she is pleased that I finally got around to painting her, albeit if only one day old. As China got close to delivering, we made her a nesting box and placed a yellow towel on the bottom. Here, exhausted after a long night in labor, she settles in with her new family. The next night she decided we all should sleep together and one by one placed them on our bed. Fearing to crush the kittens in our sleep, we tried to persuade her keep them in the nesting box, to no avail. In the end, we made an island of pillows on the middle of the bed and there the seven of us slept for the next 8 weeks. It was one of the happiest times of my life. China, too, lost her battle with cancer three years ago, which was one of the saddest.