This is a good time of the year to talk and think about people and animals who are homeless.
Those of us who are fortunate enough to have a roof over our heads, heating, and food in the cupboards often take so much for granted.
The stories i have told in the last week about Phoebe the Jack Russell and Christeve the Cat finding loving homes, are metaphors for all those in our world who are searching for a place of their own.
Today’s story is about Sasha finding a loving home, and how often things happen when least expected.
Watercolour of Sasha.
In 1989 I painted several murals at the Pennsylvania Animal Hospital in Philadelphia. It was a huge veterinary clinic, catering for small and large animals. I worked there for about one month.
Just before the work was completed a lady suggested that I come and look at a little kitten that had been brought in that day. As she put it….the kitten looked like she had fallen into a paint pot:)
At the time I was living and working in my West Chester, Pennsylvania studio and already had two beautiful cats in residence. My initial reaction was that it wouldn’t work to bring home a young kitten…….that was until I saw her………………………..
As I approached the cage the little kitten, who did indeed look like she had fallen into a paint pot….put her paw through the cage and touched me…..the rest was history:)
I remember the moment I took her into the studio….my Tom Cat, whose name was Tushy and this new, tiny kitten immediately bonded! It was quite remarkable.
Now named Sasha, the following four photographs show how close she and Tushy the Tom cat became. He was so patient with her.
By the way, every time I set up a still life in the studio…the cats would consider it their new place to hang out…
As we partake in the season’s festivities, its important to remember all of the refugees and people around the world who have so little at this time. By showing gratitude for what we have, is to acknowledge those with so much less.