This friendly cat lives over by the slew of haircut places/ medical marijuana dispensaries near the library in University Heights.
And it’s my father’s birthday. 61 years. So happy cat painting Tuesday/ birthday, dad!
This cat loves shoes… what can I say?
16 x 20 inches, oil on canvas board
sold
Kind of a “Girl with a Pearl Earring” type of thing.
8 x 10 inches, oil on canvas board
This kitty is a British Shorthair. I thought about a top hat and monocle but settled on flirtatious whiskers.
Moneypenny is what I’d name her.
8 x 10 inches, oil on canvas board
Miss Marmalade encountering a sunbeam this AM.
8 x 10 inches, oil on canvas board
I’ve been tormented for a while by the lyrics to Jo Dee Messina’s “Bye Bye” – a song I love.
Got my left foot down on my accelerator, and my rear view mirror torn off, ‘cauze I’m not lookin’ back and that’s a fact
Today while I was driving I was thinking about how wrong this is. You should always have your right foot on the accelerator in this country, never the left, and you should always check your mirrors. Scanning is an essential safety measure while driving.
Well, then I realized the lyrics are actually:
Got *a lead* foot down on my accelerator
So that is a little better. The mirrors are still a problem.
This cat has spice eyes from Dune.
Last year when we moved out to San Diego from Virginia we took many, many photos starring this dog: Pickles. Here he is at the Petrified Forest in Arizona.
That photo has now been published in Fodor’s The Complete Guide to the National Parks of the West, 2nd Edition.
Way to go, Pickles!
Anne Rice’s cat… I follow her on Facebook.
Cat… cat… can’t remember his name.
A Persian Tom.
Don Giovanni- no joke. That is really his name.
Oh, and WordPress hiccuped, so this didn’t get published on Tuesday. Instead, it has been “Pending Review” all week.
Our neighbors in the building behind us do not know how to use their inside voices. I guess they might be inside voices on, like, the stage at the Opera house. Both of them have a really funny Valley Girl way of talking.
Sometimes they stay up all night, yelling and carrying on.
Loud Chick: WE ARE RUNNING OUT OF COCAINE!
Louder Chick: (RAUNCHY LAUGHTER)
Some mornings they get up at 5 and shout about what to have for breakfast.
Loud Chick: DO YOU WANT EGGS? OR CEREAL?? HOW ABOUT BREAKFAST BURRITOS??
Louder Chick: I CAN’T DECIDE SO I AM JUST GOING TO BANG PANS AROUND FOR 20 MINUTES AND THEN TURN ON ALL THE KITCHEN ELECTRICS. BUZZZZZZZ! I LOVE THE BLENDER!
But tonight I overheard this:
Loud Chick: BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH, ALLIE!!!!!
Louder Chick: I CAN’T HEAR YOU!!!!
Mama Cat