Last night I was inspired by a piece on Prime TV that I was watching mind you for the third time in 24 hours about Scotch (The drink that knows no borders) if you're interested. Any way, I'm in my zone using a different type of canvas that the norm and playing with alcohol inks on acrylic. My eldest cat, Cora, decides that she is hungry but does not want any of the foods that are currently available in her various food bowls (yes, she's spoiled).
Thus begins the drama. She's howling and meowing while walking back and forth to the kitchen, the garage door (her wet food is stored in the garage and she knows this) and where I am painting in my makeshift studio (which is currently in a corner of our living room) and she's pawing at me, throwing herself down on the floor, glaring at me all while I am doing my best to ignore her and focus on my creation.
Let me give you a bit of history on Cora. She is 11 years old, domestic short-haired tabby (see picture below). I've had her since she was around 8 weeks old. She was not fully weaned but the person I adopted her from wasn't expecting kittens when they took in the mama cat off the streets. Cora was the runt of the litter and last born. She was the smallest and her head was smaller than the rest of her but, she chose me and that was that. Home she came.
She's gone through a lot living with me. She's moved from Nashville to Chicago (all around the burbs there) and now to Miami. She has two younger siblings that make her daft most days, especially when Arya and Chise starting running all over her. She's arthritic and has deformed hips that are apparently a birth defect we never knew about, so to say she's a bit of a diva is understandable. She is extremely particular about a great many things from the temperature (her preferred house temperature is 72 degrees Fahrenheit) to how her food is presented, specific blankets, beds, the list is endless and unfortunately I'm usually the only one who knows what she wants when she gets vocal (which is often).
So here I am, trying to ignore her and paint. Obviously not the best choice on my part. Cora decided that since I was going to focus on whatever was on the table in front of me then that is where she needed to be. Hence, destruction and chaos ensues. She decides to not only get on the table but, step right in the middle of wet paint. My natural reaction was two-fold of grab the cat and jump up. As I reach for her she runs off the table and makes a mad dash to the kitchen leaving a small trail of gold paint spots everywhere. So I have to not only clean up the area, I have to clean her paw which utterly offends her. But, she got her food that she wanted and me, well I wanted to cry when it was over because there in the middle of my piece was a huge, gaping hole where paint should be.
I have since altered the piece but it goes to show that no matter what your plans, if your cat's differe may I suggest you take care of their needs first.
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