The Queen's Garden

I couldn't bring myself to paint Mamma Kitty's garden... it's up to your imagination. I think this is better anyway. It's really about her.

This was very hard for me to paint. I really wanted to paint this for Mamma Kitty's spirit, perhaps as a way of atoning for never petting her enough. It feels awful, but I can't believe I never noticed how absolutely glorious my girl was until it was too late. She has the most amazing, beautiful fur; nothing is ever the same colour. There's a patch of fire on her side, and her stripes are all shades of the rainbow, green, blue, purple and red. Her white fur is absolutely white; there's no compromises. It's truly like snow. Her eyes are the most glorious shade of pure gold, like balls of beauty. There's orange and umber and all sorts of shades in her pelt and her tail... her tail is sterling silver.

Oh god I miss this cat. I want to feel the softness of her fur, the length of her long white whiskers and feel her friendly face brush against mine again, but I know I never will. Mamma Kitty's gone.

I've never painted a real animal I loved before. I've wanted to, but I've been afraid, because I've been nervous of screwing up. But you know? I think Mamma Kitty would of liked this. She was a good cat. A good friend and mouser. She raised us all.

Rest in peace dear girl; I hope your garden is as glorious as you. Please sleep well.

I'm sorry guys. I'm still grieving and I will be all day, and probably for days to come. Mamma Kitty was not just a cat. I'd be highly insulted if anyone ever called her such. No, Mamma Kitty was all at once a mother, a sister and very dear friend. It'll hurt for a long time, thinking about how many times I'll never pet her again.

I'm so sorry I didn't pet her more. I love her so much... hanar un xyn, girl. Rest in peace my lovely girl....

A poem which showed me, which fits Mamma Kitty:

Gentle eyes that see so much,
paws that have the quiet touch,
Purrs to signal "all is well"
and show more love than words could tell.
Graceful movements touched with pride,
a calming presence by our side
A friendship that takes time to grow
Small wonder why we love them so.