Boodle, the studio cat, is attracted to paper and boxes like a magnet to iron. You can imagine the havoc this plays in the studio.
Unfortunately an attitude of entitlement has developed and forced me to ban her when I pack or unpack paintings.
The delicious crackle of dry fibers, the devious darkness of cubed board, entices her like a dog to stink.
I admit this predicament is my own doing. For Her Majesty’s amusement we offer the cardboard and newspapers bound for the recycling bin.
The situation has imposed a hyper vigilance about papers on horizontal surfaces, for sure as day she senses their presence and seeks to lay claim with love bites and smothering gyrations or just a weighty fuzzy sit.
What a Diva! but Oh but she brings such entertainment and companionship.
Read about the disaster that befell Boodle’s favorite tree. Hummm she does like the cellulose.