Rosie Scribblah

Guns, Castrati and my Best British Accent at the Met, NYC

Day two at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City. We didn’t cover everything on Day one so we went back and by mid-afternoon we were both shattered. I sat on a bench and asked Melvyn to pose while I drew him. He promptly fell asleep but I carried on drawing. Then aContinue reading “Guns, Castrati and my Best British Accent at the Met, NYC”

This Is Spartaaaaaaaa!!!!!

Sparta is a small ‘Naughty Tortie’ cat [that’s calico cat in some parts of the world]. She was eight weeks old when she came to us about 18 months ago and one of her favourite pastimes was trashing our net curtains; running across the room at full speed, launching herself up as far as sheContinue reading “This Is Spartaaaaaaaa!!!!!”

A Stroppy Cat, Kathe Kollwitz in Berlin, The Best Apple Strudel Ever

Just enough time for today’s quick blog after having a fight with a small furry cat over a flea comb. She won. Ouch! We visited the Kathe Kollwitz museum during our Berlin trip. I’ve loved her work for many years and I think she’s one of the greatest artists of the twentieth century.Continue reading “A Stroppy Cat, Kathe Kollwitz in Berlin, The Best Apple Strudel Ever”

Stasi style and a big pig’s leg in Berlin below zero

The Stasi museum in East Berlin is an unassuming modern building snuggling in the middle of blocks of flats just off the main street. Inside, it’s a shrine to 1960’s style, not at all like an evil lair. This retro-chic Trabant van in the Stasi museum was used to transport prisoners for interrogation to StasiContinue reading “Stasi style and a big pig’s leg in Berlin below zero”

Minus 15 and still drawing

Minus fifteen in Berlin and I’m drawing in the snow. I carry my sketchbook and draw all over the place and it went with me to Germany in January 2010 which was one of the coldest winters in a generation with two feet of snow and temperatures dropping to minus 20ºC at night. I’ve neverContinue reading “Minus 15 and still drawing”

Making up and cheering up

Ming the Merciless and Bobbit have been enemies all their lives; they hated each other and would rarely even stay in the same room, but last night as Bobbit lay very ill in a blanket on the settee, Ming jumped up next to her. I moved in because I thought she was going to takeContinue reading “Making up and cheering up”

My Journey with Bobbit

Bobbit came into our family in July 1993 and 17 years later I’m sitting with her as she sleeps her last sleep, dying gently and quietly with familiar sounds and smells and her human and feline companions around her. If she was suffering I’d take her to the vet for euthanasia, but she’s slipping awayContinue reading “My Journey with Bobbit”