My Cat is My Muse

My Muse, Zoey

Women, poets, and especially artists, like cats: delicate natures only can realize their sensitive nervous systems.

Helen M. Winslow

This is Zoey. I imagine she loves art and cannot help herself from getting into the mix of things when I'm working at my art easel. She loves sitting on easels, standing on collage magazine stacks, or pushing pencils and erasures onto the floor. This can drive me crazy, but she has so many good points. Many artists like cats and find them soothing, entertaining, and mysterious companions.

I imagine Zoey would love to be “a cat who paints,” but I haven't offered her that chance. She is passionate and energetic. She is cuddly. She curls into me for naps. She doesn't judge me for loving sleep, for taking naps during the day, for turning into a night owl.

I'm certain Zoey admires my creative endeavors. She isn't the least bit critical of my art. In fact, she considers me fascinating and never tires of the scraps of paper, the pencils, the markers, and especially the water in jars that I bring to the table. As far as she is concerned, I'm Frida Kahlo or Georgia O'Keeffe. I adore her for that. Artists welcome unconditional love even though we do not admit that.

Fun Book: Why Cats Paint: A Theory of Feline Aesthetics Paperback – May 1, 1994, by Heather Busch (Author), Burton Silver (Author)