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Quick Kitteh Scribbles

10 Jun

Some days I really don’t want to draw. Mostly though, I grit my teeth and do it because I don’t want to fall into the trap of being undisciplined. That’s when the cats come in handy. They’re great for speed sketching because, unless they’re snoozing, they don’t keep still for long, they’re very fidgety little animals and that’s what you want when you’re only in the mood to do a few quick scribbles.

So today we had a window of about four hours between one load of torrential rain and the next, so Husb and I went and did some heavy-duty slogging down the allotment. I’d neglected the raspberry bed and it had been taken over by buttercups. Now if anyone goes ‘aaahhhh, lovely’ let me tell you that no matter what perfect childhood memories you may have of reflecting buttercups under your chin, they are the devil’s own flower!!!!!! Ranunculus repens, a pernicious spreading weed that reproduces by seed AND creeping runners. EVIL! Their roots went down further than the raspberry canes and it took me a full four hours to clear the patch. I’ve learned my lesson, I’ll be ripping their nasty little heads off when they first appear in future!

So coming home grumpy and aching, I only had the time and motivation to do these quick little scribbles of the kittehs mooching around the house. In my A6 Paperblanks Mediterranean Cats sketchbook with a Faber Castell Pitt pen, size S.

ps I haven’t chopped the cat’s head off in the top picture – she was bending over 😀

 

Central Heating Broke! But The Cats Are Alright!

11 Dec

Ink drawing: Ming the Cat and the remote control.

Disaster. Central heating malfunction. In the middle of winter. At the weekend. Freezing cold, pouring with rain. Had to go out to buy food, got soaked, couldn’t dry anything when we came home. We’ve battened down the hatches, drawn the heavy curtains, huddled in one room with an electric heater and filled some antique stoneware hot water bottles that we bought in a junk shop many moons ago. So with these and a load of blankets we’re managing to stay quite cosy until the gas engineer calls tomorrow.

The kitties are especially fond of the stoneware hot water bottles as they keep their heat throughout the night and radiate it through the duvet and blankets.  Their thick fur coats help too – no consolation for we hairless humans though. Here’s little Ming cwtched on a blankie watching the TV, guarding the remote control. She’s particularly fond of David Attenborough documentaries. Faber Castell Pitt drawing pens into an A6 spiral bound sketchbook.

Tomorrow there will be warmth!

 

Burlesque.

15 Nov

 

 

Burlesque..

 

I’m re-blogging the fabulous Doodlemum blog – her Arnie and my Sparta are a murderous fluffy duo!

Cat On A Rucksack On A Blanket On A Footstool

4 Nov

Ink drawing: Cat on a rucksack.

This drawing had to be done! Little one-eyed Ming the Merciless, our fluffy Tortoiseshell [Calico] cat, doing her ‘Princess and the Pea’ stuff again earlier today, dossing on top of a large packed rucksack that had been left on top of a large, well-stuffed leather pouffee that was covered with a thick fleecy blanket. Any one of those would have been comfortable enough for most creatures, but not a cat – oh no! She would probably have liked it better if I’d have draped a newspaper over it all as well. When I ever-so-gingerly moved her to unpack the rucksack, she did one of those stiff-legged storming-off-in-a-huff stomps out of the room, like as if I’d put Smartie tubes on her legs lol.

 

Drawing in Faber Castell Pitt drawing pens, sizes S and M into an Artbox recycled leather bound sketchbook.

A Little Black Panther and Pavlov’s Humans

28 Aug

Ink drawing: two kitties on a cushion.

Our lovely black tomcat, Bola, died a couple of years ago at the age of 19. He was an enormous sleek neutered tom and he looked like a scaled down black panther but he had the sweetest personality and loved food. He was a bit of a gourmet and I know you’re not supposed to do it, but I always let him sit next to me at the table and I fed him tidbits. He liked Indian, Chinese, Italian and Mediterranean food as well as good home cooking. Meat, fish and cheese were his favourites but he’d happily eat rice, pasta and veg as long as there was some sort of gravy or sauce on them.

At the end of the meal he loved to be given a tiny slice of honeydew melon which he’s suck and suck until it was dry. He always had to have his human food at the table – he wouldn’t eat tidbits if I put them in his cat bowl. I wished that there were restaurants that would accept cat guests because he would have loved to be taken out to dine and he was very well-behaved, but that’s ‘Elfin Safety for you!

I swear he had a wristwatch hidden on him somewhere because throughout his long life he never missed a mealtime. We’ve always fed our cats at 7am and 5pm and he’d be there, first thing in the morning, meowing loudly dead on seven o’clock every single day, never understood the concept of a lie-in. Even though he’s been gone now for two years we still automatically wake up at 7am, no need for an alarm clock. It’s like those experiments with Pavlov’s dogs.

This is an ink sketch I did of Bola and Bobbit, our tortoiseshell [calico] queen in a rare moment of tolerating each other, curled up on a chair next to the boiler in the kitchen.

My Cat’s New B.F.F. – the Kettle.

28 Aug

Ink sketch: My Cat's New B.F.F.

We have a big boiler in the kitchen and for the past seventeen years it was ruled by Bobbit, our recently deceased tortoiseshell [calico] queen. It’s been five weeks now since she died and in the past week Ming the Merciless, our next oldest cat, has grabbed the space and made it her own. For the first week or two after Bobbit’s death, she and Sparta took it in turns to sprawl on the boiler top, but after a few scuffles, Ming asserted her dominance and the coveted boiler is hers. It’s covered in cork tiles so it’s exceptionally warm and cosy but she has to share it with the bread maker and the kettle. No problemo. The kettle is warm as well and she’s happy to cwtch up next to it and even curl around it. The kettle is her new Best Friend Forever. I think this is one relationship that’s going to last and last.

Unless we decide to change to a small wall-mounted boiler.

No! NO MING! I didn’t mean it! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!!

My Cat’s New B.F.F. – the Kettle.

26 Aug

Ink sketch: My Cat's New B.F.F.

We have a big boiler in the kitchen and for the past seventeen years it was ruled by Bobbit, our recently deceased tortoiseshell [calico] queen. It’s been five weeks now since she died and in the past week Ming the Merciless, our next oldest cat, has grabbed the space and made it her own. For the first week or two after Bobbit’s death, she and Sparta took it in turns to sprawl on the boiler top, but after a few scuffles, Ming asserted her dominance and the coveted boiler is hers. It’s covered in cork tiles so it’s exceptionally warm and cosy but she has to share it with the bread maker and the kettle. No problemo. The kettle is warm as well and she’s happy to cwtch up next to it and even curl around it. The kettle is her new Best Friend Forever. I think this is one relationship that’s going to last and last.

Unless we decide to change to a small wall-mounted boiler.

No! NO MING! I didn’t mean it! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!!

Ming the Merciless and Melvyn catching some zzzzzzzzzzeds

1 Aug

Ming the Merciles and her Man

 

Cats are not easy to draw when they’re awake because they move around so much, so most of my cat drawings are of sleeping kitties, which can get a bit boring, so I jump at the chance of getting a different angle. Ming has always adored Melvyn and he her and she often uses him as a giant cushion. They had both dozed off one evening and I managed to get enough time to do this drawing.

We rescued Ming when she was just a tiny, starving scrap about 10 months old. She was extremely ill from neglect and after 4 nights at the vet’s hospital, touch and go, we brought her home and she promptly went to sleep stretched along Melvyn’s legs. We had three older cats and she was very scared and reacting aggressively with them but she obviously felt secure when she was with Melvyn. We’ve had her 9 years now and she still cwtches up to him and usually sleeps next to him on the bed. They’re pretty much inseparable and she’s brought so much fun into our house, it was worth all the effort to save her.

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