(overheard at a showing of my cat paintings)
...because a beautiful cat was living on the property we bought in Clovis.
He was so handsome; so big; his beautifully sculpted head....I had to paint him.
His sides were dark, his middle was white. We named him Oreo.
But we always called him Obo or Cookie Man.
I learned his markings made him a Tuxedo Cat.
We had him for nine years - the vet thought he was about six when we found him.
Posted on July 27, 2009 at 10:08am — 1 Comment