Finally I have broken through that thick layer of dark clouds that has been following me around for over a year.
For over 20 years I can say I have been extraordinarily happy and nothing could shake me up. But then the inevitable.
Let me start at the beginning. In 1999 when the internet was in it’s infancy, I bough my domain ginettefineart.com looking forward to my career in selling my art. So I really was in a perpetual state of excitement because things were going very well. I also tended to my garden, with planting flowers and vegetables. That sort of activity. Every day was a sunny day even when it rained. The sun always broke through any layer of dark clouds
About that time, a pregnant cat made herself at home, had her litter and voila, I was instant mama of five cats. Then a kitten from another mother, wandered about the tomato plants, and it became six. As many of you lovely pet owners know it’s a bag of work, but a truck load of joy. As a child I was not allowed a pet, so now I had six, it was wonderful. Over the years they were a part of the family, routines developed, taking care off, vet visits, etc. etc. I was in the right state to create. You could say my life was perfect. Would you believe I could tell them all apart by their meows?
Have you noticed how time seems to fly when you enjoy life? Well that’s what happened. Time flew and one by one my babies past away.
The last two Josi & Buster passed away in 2020. All were pretty much of older age, some cats get very old. Mine were of regular normal age 18 one died at 16
So this is not a recount of every detail about this but simply to say that after Josi and Buster were gone, the house was suddenly empty. It shocked my soul into a catatonic state. Never expected it. Joy? What was that?
Meows and Fury Feet
Every morning was filled with tiny fury feet and claws tapping the wood floor in a rhythmic pattern. Little meows from Josi, big ones from Buster, I listened for them but they were gone. Never to be heard again. Well for the first time since I started to paint I felt uninspired, useless and on top of that I was sick with a cough that by now is gone. Sick? That too is something I do not know. I am famous for never getting sick. But anyway. I was in a weakened state my usual élan had turned into listless sluggishness.
A few weeks ago that all started to change. I got my energy back and my mind wasn’t on my missing cats all the time, almost all the time. I wanted to bake bread again, pick up my brushes again and today I decided to write my first blogpost in a long time again. So please forgive me for being missing in action. I am back, alone no cats and life goes on.
Some links to cat art prints and photography
A photo I took of Buster drinking
A sick cat and an artist. When a feline family member is very ill.
