I saw this Frank Bramley picture on Instagram and liked it, and a quick search shows that he had a bit of a sideline in paintings of women with cats at dusk. (They’re better than that might sound – good thing I’m not an auction brochure copywriter.) This is When the blue evening falls.
Thanks to the South African blogger, Miss Moss, I came across these stunning watercolours by the artist Endre Penovac.
I also thought it was time for another quote on the life of that poet-trapped-as-a-cat, The Bear:
I’d bought him a catnip rat and some turkey chunks for (what I decided must roughly be the date of) his last birthday, but it had somehow seemed insufficient. I sensed, deep down, that he might have preferred the latest Jonathan Franzen novel, or a new Werner Herzog documentary that I’d been hearing very good things about.
From ‘The Good, The Bad and The Furry’, by Tom Cox.
More cat art, again and always. This one by @levysfriends, but search the category “cats” for the whole run.
Another interesting contemporary find from the blogger Miss Moss, who also led me to these, these, these and these.
Prints start at only $40, and are available from Melissa’s shop.
Cats and watermelons, 1992. An image that is unsurprisingly popular with the Japanese. Image from norichofu.exblog.jp
Just in case you thought the Internet was developed to bring you photos of cats doing cute things, I bring you news it was not.
It was developed to bring you photos of elephants doing cute things. Like throwing themselves head-first in mud in a silent meltdown (been there).
and annoying the hell out of their mothers being clingy (been there too.)
Yes, I’m blogging cats. And anyone who doesn’t like it can temporarily sod off. As this essay says, some cats are actually a polite, pacifist poet trapped in disguise.
I have no problem being under the paw.