Cat.

Unfortunately I don't have a picture of this one but promise to publish one after the Easter hols.

This is a painting of my cat when I was young, sadly no longer with us. I painted it for my great Auntie Bobbie, a dear lady. She lived in the most beautiful cottage on the outskirts of Reading, England. It had the most wonderful garden, English garden what I would do for a garden like that. I distinctly remember a fence with a Fuchsia that as a trellis covered the wood, it went way above my head then. I, with my sister, used to pop the buds before they had bloomed and then get bellowed at while running away. I remember her with great affection and miss her dearly.