Profiles in Furrage
We have three cats in our household - my self-imposed limit. Sometimes I feel that I spend 60% of my time managing kids and 40% managing cats.
They are equal parts muse and menace.
Steve is the matriarch. We found her on my husband’s college campus almost 15 years ago and she has been giving me the Stink Eye ever since.
Steve barely tolerates me.
Birch is our gentle giant, an 18-lb lug who needs a step stool to get onto our bed at night.
Birch loves everybody.
But, Ron.
Ron Weasley is my Studio Cat, a stray who found us last summer. He wasn’t the kind of stray you see lurking about for weeks that won’t come out of hiding while you’re outside. He just showed up one day, all kittenish confidence and moxie and Just. Moved. In.
Ron generally makes a nuisance of himself.
He likes to hang out in my studio, and he earns his keep by purring and batting scraps of paper around in an irresistable fashion. Mostly though, he is no help at all.
- He sits where I want to sit.
- He drinks out of my watercolor well.
- He sheds on my palette.
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He’s been known to leave footprints across my paintings.
Watercolor portraits by Rachael Rossman, now with 33% more cat fur.
February 1st, 2010 at 8:33 pm
Birch looks like a pretty good subject for painting. By the way your paintings are so wonderful. Thank you for the postings so we can all enjoy them.
February 2nd, 2010 at 11:08 am
I’ve had to banish both the dogs and the cats from my studio. The cats like to get into EVERYTHING and the dogs shed like crazy. The cats are persistent because they all know I have the best sunning window.
February 3rd, 2010 at 9:29 pm
Aww… 33% more cat fur makes them 33% more unique and great! Love the kitties…. they are very good photo models.
February 17th, 2010 at 10:28 am
[...] kind of nomadic, unsettled life that is more suited to cats, really, than to [...]
April 24th, 2010 at 1:22 am
[...] There are many with “human” names – which is how we roll at the Rossman house. [...]
July 13th, 2010 at 11:13 am
[...] visiting the kids, and my husband was doing a triathlon in Washington which meant that for 36 hours our cats were without people. Here’s how it usually goes: Steve gets really ticked off and spends a [...]