cats are such fascinating companions, and of course always in control. years ago i had a studio above an antique store with a neighborhood cat that would visit me when i was working. lucy would sit and watch me paint, for hours and hours, i could almost hear her comments, and critiques. she was a black cat with white boots, except one day she walked through my palette and had blue and purple boots. she pretended not to be upset, of course, but she spent the rest of the afternoon delicately cleaning her paws, as though it had all been planned. i had tried to help her clean them, but she would have nothing of that. kaethe
