A cat on your lap, or one sprawled across the drawing board, or tiptoeing across the palette with a shake of the paw, these are the daily pleasures.
Head bumps, soft purrs, nuzzles, kneads...
The Musings and Melancholies of an Artist and her cat herd.
Day Thirty Four
I believe cats to be spirits come to earth. A cat, I am sure, could walk on a cloud without coming through. Jules Verne