Showing posts with label cats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cats. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Sunny Boots

A commissioned portrait of a sunny cat named Boots (acrylic and ink on a 6 x 4-inch masonite panel, with hand-painted wood frame).

Monday, April 3, 2017

Serious Boots

A commissioned portrait of a serious cat named Boots (acrylic and ink on a 6 x 4-inch masonite panel, with hand-painted wood frame).

Sunday, October 26, 2014

Follow the Waffles

I drew these tiny, semi-faceless critters on scratchboard, while experimenting for The Twistrose Key.

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Tudor Tuxedo and Tabby Cats

Here are my two cats, Buzz (the tuxedo) and Pistachio (the tabby), eschewing their usual nakedness for Tudoresque garb. I painted them this winter.

Sunday, March 31, 2013

Monday, December 20, 2010

My Bug-Eyed Cats

I painted this picture (in acrylic and ink on plywood) three years ago, well before I understood that I have the tendency to give my creatures bug-eyes. I really have to stop that. But my cats do look like this, sometimes, especially when they’re trying to hypnotize me. Stare at either one of them and see who blinks first.

Buzz, on the left, in a pink satin dress, is holding a green felt mouse (since destroyed, or sucked into the vacuum), and Pistachio, in a blue jumper, is holding his favorite toy: a sort of feline-sized body-pillow, laced with catnip.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

For I Will Consider My Cat Pistachio

Above is a little portrait on wood I made of my cat Pistachio, the main model for the cat in Cat & Mouse, who also has a cameo in Read It, Don't Eat It! And now, here are some apropos selections from "For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry" from Jubilate Agno by Christopher Smart (1722-1771)...


For first he looks upon his forepaws to see if they are clean.

For secondly he kicks up behind to clear away there.

For thirdly he works it upon stretch with the forepaws extended.

For fourthly he sharpens his paws by wood.

For fifthly he washes himself.

For sixthly he rolls upon wash.

For seventhly he fleas himself, that he may not be interrupted upon the beat.

For eighthly he rubs himself against a post.

For ninthly he looks up for his instructions.

For tenthly he goes in quest of food.

For if he meets another cat he will kiss her in kindness.

For when his day's work is done his business more properly begins.

For he counteracts the powers of darkness by his electrical skin and glaring eyes.

For he counteracts the Devil, who is death, by brisking about the life.

For in his morning orisons he loves the sun and the sun loves him.

For he is of the tribe of Tiger.

For he has the subtlety and hissing of a serpent, which in goodness he suppresses.

For he will not do destruction if he is well-fed, neither will he spit without provocation.

For every house is incomplete without him, and a blessing is lacking in the spirit.

For he is the cleanest in the use of his forepaws of any quadruped.

For he is the quickest to his mark of any creature.

For he is tenacious of his point.

For he is a mixture of gravity and waggery.

For there is nothing sweeter than his peace when at rest.

For there is nothing brisker than his life when in motion.

For the divine spirit comes about his body to sustain it in complete cat.

For his tongue is exceeding pure so that it has in purity what it wants in music.

For he is docile and can learn certain things.

For he can catch the cork and toss it again.

For he camels his back to bear the first notion of business.

For he is good to think on, if a man would express himself neatly.

For his ears are so acute that they sting again.

For from this proceeds the passing quickness of his attention.

For by stroking of him I have found out electricity.

For, though he cannot fly, he is an excellent clamberer.

For his motions upon the face of the earth are more than any other quadruped.

For he can creep.