This isn’t my cat.
But for a while, I lived with my friend and she has a cat. Red cat.
The cat who would sometimes come over to “paint” with me… or rather, sit on my paintings and stare at me with pure hatred.
Despite that cold glare – I really liked him. And I miss him a lot.
So today I’m sharing a few photos of our creative process: me painting, and the cat… judging.