Kitty Love

Gosh, I haven't posted since Sunday!  That's what fostering a kitty and art journaling simultaneously will do to you.  I will continue this post a little later, but wanted to get this going -- I took a picture of the kitty last night (we think her name is Little Buttercup now but she hasn't confirmed it) and wound up texturing it -- first time I've textured a portrait (as you know, I usually do flowers . . . ).

[Linkup to Fabulous Friday and  Texture Thursday]

Anyway, I'll be back in a bit to tell you more about Buttercup and show some more journal pages.  Just wanted to link up to TT -- 

[Later] Back again -- I needed to sneak out to the store while she was asleep.  She is the most playful kitten, climbing and leaping and doing somersaults and chasing her little mousie around the living room -- oh, and making sneak attacks on our 25-lb black cat (the previously blogged about October) . . . who runs away from her.  First time we've ever seen him run.

So, my daughter and I are volunteers at the local animal shelter.  For a while we went every week, with the job of taking dogs out and playing with them -- a tough gig, but someone's got to do it.  Then it just got to be too much (what with my 150-mile commute to work), so we took a leave of absence.  But now we're helping out in other ways -- fostering kitties, taking dogs home for "sleepovers" (you pick a dog up on Sunday night when they close and bring it back Tuesday morning when they open again, to give the dog some socialization, family time, all that), helping out at events like showing potential adoptees at PetSmart and so on.  It's fun and I recommend it, especially if you like animals but can't have one permanently.


We've had kittens before, but they were skittish and hissy and not fond of being held.  Buttercup is completely different -- totally people focused, loves to be with you (her favorite spot is on the keyboard of my laptop -- while I'm trying to use it), is extremely funny, sleeps all night quietly in her crate -- she is just adorable.  I may have a hard time giving this one up . . . You'll notice on this one that she has a scrape on her nose -- she came that way!  It didn't happen on our watch.  I tidied her up in Photoshop for the portrait.