Oil Study No 18 - Project 100
We had a few cats when I was growing up; they were always entertaining and had such different personalities.
This picture reminds me a lot of a cross-eyed kitten I found crying in the reeds on the bank of the River Torrens after school rowing practice. There were no other cats around and no homes nearby. He was skinny but friendly and I was worried about him. I named him Moses and took him home in my sports bag on the train and he meowed all the way! He quickly became part of the family.