Ah the challenges of painting black fur! The key is, her fur isn’t really black. There are darker cooler areas in the shadow and warmer highlighted areas in the light – just the relative value of all of it is quite dark. To keep it fun, there is brown, purple, blue, even some red and yellow all in the “black” fur …and as result she fits right in on that plaid blanket.
As you can see from Tom’s poem we understand our cats and love them anyway. 😉
I really don’t believe you see
what matters to a cat like me
is that my every little wish
is met with acquiescence.
I am expecting you will know
just what I want. Now please do go
and bring my dinner of fine fish
for time is of the essence:
if it’s delayed I’ll miss my nap
and we cannot be having that
so serve it quickly on a dish
or face your obsolescence.
But once I’ve eaten I will sleep
and dream and give a quiet “meep”
as I chase butterflies and sheep
through fields of joy’s quintessence!
image (c) 2017 Hilary Farmer
poem (c) 2017 TJ Radcliffe