Old Kitty

This is my oldest and dearest cat. He sleeps on my arm at night and gives me poison ivy every summer. When I take a roll of pictures I try to take at least one of this cat because a set of pictures with no cat picture is worthless.

He sleeps in odd places--inside the washer, on top of the towels, in boxes of packing material, in suitcases, inside my clay sculpture. Once I closed him up in a drawer for awhile because I didn't realize he was sleeping on my socks.

I shovel paths for him in the snow, make special places for him in my studio and I feed him 12 times a day. Not bad treatment for someone raised on dogs.