Thursday, September 25, 2008
I'm not a cat person. Really I'm not. I've always had cats around however, but mostly for functional use as mouse catchers or to sit decoratively warming their toes in front of the fire without becoming overly intrusive into my life. I don't want a cat demanding attention or always being on the wrong side of the door.
Then Tripod appeared. He wasn't a chosen pet but an orphan from the woods. I often have a soft spot for animals (and people) who are life's downtrodden. Tripod is unique for a cat and has a true personality with more dog qualities than cat ones. He puts up with me, preferring the company of others but will clamber up on me as a last resort. We have an unspoken agreement that we both keep to ourselves for the most part. I'm still not a cat fancier. I wouldn't harm one, but if he left tomorrow, I wouldn't be heartbroken either.
He is photogenic and good to draw however. The thought sometimes flits through my brain that he was sent for me to draw, for him to leave his mark on the world through my hand. I did this watercolour sketch from a photo I took of him staring balefully at me from across the dining room table, sprawled across the newspaper, which is one of his deepest loves.