Daisy, Daisy

I'm admittedly enamored by cats! Big small, domestic, wild, captive its all the same feline attitude.

I was once told they are great healers and are drawn to those who need them. My art mentor is a prime example of a attracting a smitten kitty, but only since he got seriously ill. His girlfriends cat rarely leaves his side when he gets home now.

Equally though they are drawn to those who seem repelled by felines, perhaps it's a morbid curiosity. After all curiosity did apparently kill the cat!

My mum recently agreed to foster a cat, called Daisy. One day I walked in to the maternal home to find the weeniest little kitten. Very cute, a little unsettled and with a penchant for suckling on any kind of blanket or clothing. Suspectedly taken from her mother too young, cats often seek comfort engaging in such activities.

Adamant not to become attached, back in October, the relationship has developed a little mutual dependency. I think the companionship Daisy has provided for my mum has been good and Daisy seems to have bonded well and settled into life at the Hardy residence. It will be a shame if she does have to leave, for both of their sakes......even if during heat she is to be repeatedly removed from hanging from the top of the large ornate mirror above the mantlepiece!........that would be Daisy, just to clarify!

A quick pastel sketch of the little madame!