Well...it's been a while...These past few months have been really hard, the economy finally hit us, and for the last two weeks we've been dealing with a "worst case scenario" (or at least it felt like it) at work, so I haven't really had much time (or energy, for that matter) to paint. To make things worst, both our dogs are sick: Gala (our lab) has hip dyspasia and arthritis on the knees (a consequence of the dysplasia) and will need surgery (my poor, sweet, girl)...it breaks my heart to see her limping, but at least now the weather is warmer and she isn't as swollen anymore. Our older dog has lyme disease...tested positive for a second time. He's ten, and the antibiotics are rough on him. He was beginning to limp,so it was pressing that we started the treatment as soon as possible, he was in a terrible mood all the time (he feels sick and cranky)but now is getting better, he stopped limping and isn't as grumpy all the time (just as "normal" as his lovely, cranky self before he got sick). So, for the last couple of months we've been very busy (and worried), and that's why I haven't painted much at all and why I didn't have anything to post. I'm so tired! And I missed this so much!
Now, to the subject of the painting... on March 1st (right before the whole saga started) we adopted a kitten. His name is Kohda and (as you can tell from the piece above) he is a Siamese (yes, he has a very extense "vocabulary" and purrs like an engine). He came to us through my neighbor's daughter-in-law, who is a vet tech. His brother was brought in with a fish hook through his mouth (of all things), and the person who brought him in told her there were other two from the litter (three in total), living on the street ( in Massachusetts in February, of all times of year!!!!!) and she had been feeding them. We had been discussing adopting a cat for a while (my husband wasn't very convinced at the time) and my neighbor knew it, so naturally she called me...and you can imagine the rest ("sure, we'll take a look at him", "maybe"...yeah, right, as if we could turn him down after everything he had been through).
Kohda got here on a Monday night after a storm that dumped over a foot of snow on the ground (apparently, the lady who was feeding them was able to bring them in so they wouldn't freeze to death). He was about 4 and a half months old when he got here, and a sweetheart from the start. He took to my husband inmediately (smart kitty, knows who he has to hipnotize first) and it was love at the first "meow". He has a great temper, and loves to cuddle with us, sleep in my studio and has taken over my chair, so now I have to paint and draw standing or he won't let me work at all!. I took the picture for the painting one afternoon as he slept on my legs. He likes to sleep hugging us (an arm or a leg at least) and using one of his toys (a fleece teaser) as a pillow of sorts.He purrs himself to sleep and looks so peaceful... I guess he's just glad he's home!.
This little bast is one of the things that has helped me keep my sanity during these two months, and even as I'm writing this, he's "supervising" on the chair next to me, with that "OK, but hurry up so we can go PLAY!!!!!" look in his eyes. He is very hyper, and loves to play at night (he is nocturnal, allright). In the end, only two out of the three kittens were adopted: the one with the fish hook (my neighbor's daughter in law took him) and Kohda, the other one wasn't so lucky...he's still on the streets. Not even a rescue group would take him, they're all overrun with cats (they actualy have waitlists if you want to surrender one!!!!) and the MSPCA just closed it's offices in this area. So, as I see Kohda sleeping with us every night, playing and teasing his canine brother and sister, enjoying some tuna or walking on his leash (must post pictures, is too cute), I can't help but always think of his brother and hope that he too finds a home... and soon.
I must go to bed, I'm exhausted.
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