Since I'm going to be a big brother soon, I thought I would post this picture of me from around Christmas time. Mom thinks I look like such a big boy in this picture. (You can click on any of my pictures to make them bigger). She loves when I sit like this for some reason. I like this picture because it shows off my sleek fur. I really work very hard to stay soft and shiny. That's why Dad calls me "Chinchilla Kitty". Not 'cause I look like one! But because I'm soft like one.
Anyway, I'm getting a little concerned about getting a little sister. I really like being the baby of the house and getting every last ounce of attention. So to make sure I don't fall by the wayside, I'm going to present here a new look on some of my past antics. While Mom and Dad may have looked at these things as "messes" I'm going to now chalk it up to "art". I've been inspired by George over at Crew's Views and his very brilliant masterpieces. Now I know I have a long way to go before I become an artist of George's caliber (if it is even possible for me to reach that level), but it is indeed something I aspire to.
I call this first one "Mid-day Snack". I tried to get a nice spread of the fish food over a wide spanse of carpet. I started out with the "dump approach" that George mentioned in some of his petal art, but I felt the look was too "heavy". So I took it upon myself to eat more than 3/4 of the container of fish food. I like this more light, airy, spread-out look. An extra bonus was that the fish food was extra tasty. Any future attempts at this type of art have been thwarted, as the fish food is now kept in the refrigerator (because it was not safe on the shelf, the fish tank stand, or in the cupboard). I enjoyed it while it lasted though.
Now this one I call "Latenight Kitchen Excitement". I know the names of my pieces are rather obvious. I need to work on that. Anyway, this was the scene I prepared for Mom to greet her in the kitchen one morning. Try to note not only the tipped over litterbox (also moved forward 6-8 inches from it's normal resting place), but the pink towl removed from the rack, the spread of mail on the table as well as the floor, and the white paper bag I brought out from the corner to help cut some of the pesky black diamonds from the floor. Now before you get too impressed with my ability to tip over a litter box, I must note that it was filled only with shredded newspaper, as advised by the vet for the week after my very own hoo-ha-ectomy. I still think it adds a nice touch though.
There. Hopefully Mom won't forget how talented and special I am. Oh! Maybe I can create something for her for Mother's day! William... there's an idea for you! Make your Mom some art for Mother's day. Let's all do it!