The Museum Cat

I wandered into Swansea Museum yesterday and met a gorgeous, large ginger-and-white moggy. She’s a frequent visitor; she lives in the local pub on the corner and trots up to the museum most days and her name is Megan. She sat on the receptionist’s counter for a few minutes, just enough to let me do the briefest sketch and then trotted off after a group of small schoolchildren, who squealed with delight as she followed them.

It’s not a particularly good sketch, but sometimes you only get a minute or two to get something on the page and it’s better than not doing it. Even a scruffy little scribble has the capacity to evoke memories in a way that you don’t get with photographs.