Amid all that sleepy, stripey fluffiness, my little cat Seafer has the cutest little pink nose. Her peaceful demeanour is misleading. Actually she’s a mouse-murdering, bird-devouring serial killer. I wish I could fall asleep as fast as she does and still look cute. I fear nodding off on buses, lest I embarrass myself by snoring or dribbling … or both.
But which way is up? I conceived the picture of her asleep at the bottom of the paper (pictured left) with the blanket of starry darkness weighing down on her. But when I had finished painting it, I couldn’t help thinking she looked like the last time I saw Finbarr Cat after she had died two years ago, lying curled up as we laid her to rest under three feet of soil in the garden. Moth suggested rotating the image 180degrees (pictured right). Suddenly the picture changed completely!
Now Seafer looks as if she is really falling asleep; that heavy, drowsy sleep feared by drivers and longed-for by insomniacs.