A Balancing Act

Mr. Fatty (such an unfortunate name don't you think?) is my sister's cat and well, he is very fat. He looks for all the world like a Birman but we'll never know because he was a homeless cat. He has issues. All the animals I know have issues. His is allergies and a tiny squeaky voice which seems to get smaller the larger he gets. He's not a smooshy cuddly cat. He's a hard, firm football of a cat. And he's often cranky because he always wants more food than he is given. Heaven knows how large he would be if he had all the food he wanted. I suppose he would have to have a motorized cart to trolley him from one side of the house to the other. So he remains cranky.

I have drawn him for inclusion into my 2011 calendar. It's summer, then it's November and I have to have my calendar ready this year. So here sits Mr. Fatty. I figured as long as he was cranky I would put a teacup on his head and a mouse in the cup. And a parasol in the mouse's hand. Mr. Fatty remains cranky, balancing it all. I have added him to some other print products so if you are interested you can click on the title and see what is on offer.

I'm tipping my parasol to you. Golders