PAINTINGS, DRAWINGS, AND ASSEMBLAGES BY THE ARTIST
Millie came to us out of nowhere, hungry, tiny, and pregnant. We fed her, and in turn she brought me the faces of rats she killed. Once she even brought the head and tail of a snake. She doesn't bother the birds or the lizards. All in all, an excellent outdoor kitty.
The kitten soon-to-be-known as Stink Floyd was the firstborn of the kits. He was born in the safety and relative comfort of my studio, in a dresser-drawer lined with a fleece blanket.
The second born was Squinty the Viking, appearing at first to be a solid cream-color but now showing lilac points like a Siamese.I was really hoping there were only going to be two or three, as all these little guys need homes.
SIX. I had SIX.
Tiny little Millie had been carrying around six kittens, all the while killing desert rats like it was no big deal. When I was pregnant, I couldn't tie my own shoes. This little girl is hardcore.
A sucker for kittens
He may not like people, but he loves kittens. Here's my husband holding a days-old Prince Albert.
Mama and babies
Believe it or not, this isn't all of them.
Mu vocally opposes getting his picture taken.
We kept Mama Millie and two of her kits, Hobbette and Mu. They sleep in the studio at night and romp around and kill rats during the day.
Mu is a few months old here. Born in my studio, he knows it to be his permanent address. We call him Buddy Mu, because he wants to hang out with people, cats, whomever he can find.
Mu on the prowl
Mu's a little older here and just as social as before. It appears his slight strabismus is permanent, giving him a residual kittenish appearance.
Hobbette has a fierce
Hobbette, also known as Hobbycakes or Bette, loves to stalk EVERYTHING...so we have to keep a close eye on her when she's playing near birds or lizards. She's particularly bad about taking down birds, then dragging them back into the studio to eat them. SO MANY FEATHERS.
Brother and Sister
Mu and Hobbette are still very close.
Eight months old, and they've both surpassed Mama Millie in size and girth. They're solidly built, with thick legs and necks and dense, slightly coarse fur that has an undercoat. Their daddy must've been pretty burly. Millie is nonplussed at having birthed these chunky little furballs.
Is it food? Is it for me? You can see his crossed eyes pretty well here. Furrrever a kitten.
This sweet girl is a wonderful studio companion...she loves to watch me paint.
Flick weighs in
This feral adopted us. He's feral in name only; he desperately wants to be a house/studio cat. Here, he makes himself known from atop my studio.