Oil on museum quality, archival ampersand gessobord™ panel - 8” x 8”
A few weeks ago a little white cat showed up in the area we call the bird berm, a lush oasis for our avian friends to eat and bath and hang out together. In order to keep the peace and prevent this from becoming the cat feeding station, if you catch my drift, we put out some food for the cat, who looked to be quite pregnant. We convince her that free canned cat food served on the other side of the house, on our patio, was a better option than having to hunt for her meals. She soon became a regular diner at "The Cats Meow" patio restaurant. Word got around and soon we had another regular, a calico with white paws. We had named the white cat Bristol, after a certain Alaskan Governor's daughter, so it made sense to name her Piper, after her sister. Three days ago up pops 4 or 5 kittens and we still don't know whose they are. There is a totally black one, a calico. a white with spots and a tabby. They appear to be about 4 weeks old. I looked out the window this morning and piper was cuddled up with one of the kittens so perhaps they are hers. In any case, we are going through about 8 cans of food a day between our cats Anna and JJ and this new pride. Piper and I had a break-thru today; she has claimed me by rubbing, rubbing, rubbing my legs when I feed her. Sadly we didn't find the kittens early enough to tame them and they are quite the scaredy- cats. This is Piper on the blue stone patio.
