The cat was simply one of a barn litter on the farm of our friend. My daughter picked her out as the kitten that marched boldly right up to us. I liked the black kitten. My daughter was right.
The cat would go for walks with us in the back fields. She was regal and ruled the barn. The barn cats kept their distance from the Queen. The dog kept predators away from the cat and protected the farm which we shared with these terrific creatures. They both painted with me and liked to play.
The world would be a better place with more creatures like these.
The cat was in a playful mood and wanted to play fight for this painting. She was the Queen of the castle.
The cat was also my favourite art critic.
Pixels. Thank you!