When my children were very young, they begged me everyday for a baby cheetah. They were cheetahs, they insisted, and they needed a real one to play with. They loved all cats, but the cheetah was known for her speed and beauty. I held out as long as I could, which wasn’t too difficult as cheetahs are difficult to come by. But one week, two separate neighbors found abandoned kittens in their yards, and suddenly, we had three cats: a wiry calico who would eat anything, and a brother and sister who had very loud voices. Cats are not cheetahs, but they were close enough. The story goes on from there, but that was the beginning.
These are images of cats about the house. I don’t know German, but a poet-friend of mine, when I mentioned I was doing paintings of cats and pianos, said, “Ah, yes, Katzen und Klaviere”, as though it was a given.
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