A gorgeous and delicate painting. I love the complementary colours and the tender body language, both from the cat and the woman holding the cat. My own cat will tolerate being held for a couple of seconds tops.

A gorgeous and delicate painting. I love the complementary colours and the tender body language, both from the cat and the woman holding the cat. My own cat will tolerate being held for a couple of seconds tops.


The animals were imperfect,
long-tailed,
unfortunate in their heads.
Little by little they
put themselves together,
making themselves a landscape,
acquiring spots, grace, flight.
The cat,
only the cat
appeared complete and proud:
he was born completely finished,
walking alone and knowing what he wanted.
– Pablo Neruda
I love the elegance of black cats in this woodcut, though I can’t tell if the cat in woman’s arms is thrilled about being held.

The cat is going to lose it in five, four, three, two, one…

Would cats ever get away with being destructive critters that they are, if they weren’t so damn cute? This woodblock print captures the careless curiosity that makes cat owners everywhere scream with frustration as their precious plants get wrecked.



I’m a cat person first and most, but I was compelled to do a post about dogs for once, after coming across this moving ancient poem. This is the epitaph for Margarita (Latin for Pearl), inscribed on a marble plaque in honour of a beloved lap dog, deceased in second or third century Rome.
Gaul sired me, the shell of the rich sea gave me my name: the honour of that name is becoming to my beauty. Taught to roam unexplored woodlands with courage and to chase hirsute game in the hills, unaccustomed ever to be restrained by heavy harnesses or to endure savage beatings with my snow-white body: for I used to lie in my master’s and my mistress’s lap and mastered the art of resting wearily on a spread-out blanket. Even though I used to be able to express more than I was entitled to with my inarticulate mouth – that of a dog! – no one feared my barking. But I have already met my fate, stricken down during ill-omened whelping – me, whom earth now covers under this little marble plaque.
I rarely remember my dreams these days, but a giant blue cat floating over a village sounds like a dream I wouldn’t mind having.

Bart Van Der Leck was a founding member of De Stijl, a Dutch art movement based on a strict geometry of horizontals and verticals. This black-and-white cat with piercing eyes looks both intense and friendly.


Data’s poem to his feline companion, a ginger tabby called Spot, is one of the most hilarious moments on Star Trek: The Next Generation. Though his USS Enterprise colleagues are less than impressed with the recital, it is surely a masterpiece of android poetry. Eat your heart out, ChatGPT!