I’ve never been much of a cat person. We’ve always had big slobbery dogs growing up and my parents actively chased away the local cats who menace the birds in the garden. So I was surprised at myself when I recently found myself enjoying the visits of a local cat.
I’d leave my patio doors open each day and this black and white fuzzball would turn up to say hello. He’d curl up for hours on my bed, walk across my keyboard wreaking havoc on my computer and even sit in my lap while I draw. I really appreciated the company as it was quite a difficult time with Dad in the hospital and lots of dashing about. After one particularly stressful day, I came home from the hospital and flopped face down on the bed. I had one thought pop into my head….”I wish the cat was here.” and then as if by magic I heard a little “Meow”. My little friend had walked in and found me feeling a bit sorry for myself. He jumped up on the bed, settled on my back and even started rubbing my neck with his paws! Magic.
I found out from my neighbours that his name is Josh. Strangely, after Dad made it through his operation and came home, Josh stopped coming by. I guess he’s off helping someone else now. Or pursuing his own kitty agenda.
So I’ve just done this illustration in his honour. Hope you’re doing ok Josh!