We are excited about our adoption of two kittens, Sandy and Gary to our family. With our 16 year old cat, Pinky, that makes a total of 12 paws hitting the floors of our home. So what does this have to do with a blog on art? Well, sometimes the lines of life get blurred. Adding extended family definitely makes a positive impact on the creative psyche. These kittens have added new life. Sandy, named for the squirrel in Spongebob and her squirrel-like appearance and lightning reflexes and Gary, named for the snail on Spongebob and his sluggish need to sleep and make the occasional "mow" sound (rhymes with "wow"). Pinky made her first move to hide for a couple of days, but is now acclimating. She doesn't mind sitting in the room to bat a few toys (and a few kittens coming her way). They are so precious and have blessed us with new energy and some messes to clean up. Playful kittens are much like how an art project starts. The ideas show up alive and sometimes they just sit there, waiting for you to interact. Once you jump in, the creative juices flow and you wonder why it took so long to get going. Then art is play. Play is push and pull. Play is love. Blog continued... see below under pics.
I would also like to honor the life of our cat, Pumpkin. She has always been a fighter and I hoped to see her sitting again on the front porch since she walked out a few months prior. Let me tell you how Pumpkin graced our family… It was a frosty, cold Friday in January of 1999 in Southaven, MS. I finished my last sales call at the Walmart. When I was about to leave, a “commotion” started in the grocery receiving area. One of the associates had caught this smelly cat that had been leaping from pallet to pallet. A co-manager walks by and says "call animal control, we can’t have a cat in the receiving area.” As I approach, the whole group of associates in unison say, “Andrea, please take this cat or she’s going to the pound.” I take her to my car, minutes later I purchase all the kitty stuff and my family becomes two. As Nathan and I began dating, Pumpkin and I made many drives from Memphis to Pensacola. She would calmly sit on the armrest the entire drive down. Then, when the car slowed when we turned off I-10 to Pine Forest Road, she would walk to my lap and put her 2 front paws on the window and look out, for she knew we would be home soon. This cat has made many moves from Memphis to Pensacola to Arkansas to Iowa and back to Pensacola. Over the years, this cat proved to be loyal, tenacious, and adventuresome. Each “terrain” where we lived, she’d spend all her daylight hours walking and hunting. She often killed moles, lizards, and rats and proudly displayed them on our doormat. She also tested those “9 Lives.” On our first move day to Arkansas, we put her and Pinky securely in the bathroom at the home while we signed the papers. When we returned, we only had Pinky in the bathroom. We called for hours, then finally heard a faint meow coming from within the bellows of the house. I traced it to the walkout basement crawl space. She had opened some cabinets under the tub and crawled down. I pulled her little body from within the insulation. In the next debacle, it was a clear morning in Arkansas, when Pumpkin decided to crawl inside the body of Nathan’s Dodge Ram truck. Unknowingly to him, he cranked it up to leave, heard a high-pitched scream and saw a tuft of fur fly. He looked for hours and she achingly crawled back up to the house that night and slept hard for the whole next day, with a missing patch of fur above her eye. Again, this cat had a strong sense of self. She loved nature and spent most of her time there, but she also was convicted to “protect the fortress” and come home each night. Pumpkin was an alpha cat, often mothering Pinky or putting this innocent cat in her place. Silence was her peace, so she often found a quiet hiding place whenever Jackson played. Years later, they bonded, over food, as Jackson took the responsibility each morning to feed the cats. She had a strong appetite and a desire to be fed on a proper schedule – as early as she could possibly get it. Pumpkin has been with us through so many life “firsts,” first real job, our marriage, first new home, and the arrival of our Jackson. Pumpkin has been a blessing to us. Over the last year, she had slowed and became quite temperamental with the added bonus of whining. Her body became frail, but she still kept a strong spirit. I know with strong conviction that God creates all humans and creatures alike and he creates each living thing with a default button – to love. God we give thanks to you for blessing our lives with your beautiful creatures to show us your love. We lift up to you our little Pumpkin. May we all live out our spirit as fully as she and return faithfully home to our father.
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