A Portrait of a Ginger is painted after my Puddy cat. He’s so old these days, maybe 15-18. We never knew his age for certain. We found him one snowy day in Klamath Falls, Oregon. There was an abandoned house on the property next to a house we just rented. Lots of cats lived there, they came and went, and we’d leave food out for them. One day, with a plate of food in hand, my Mom called out, “kitties! puddy!” and this super fluffy ginger cat came running. He was the only one who came to us. We soon found out someone had declawed him and dumped him.
We asked the neighbors around the area if they knew who he belonged to, but no one knew. We asked how long he’d been out there, and most people said they’d seen him for at least a few years. We took him in. That was 14 years ago. Puddy has since lost the majority of his fluff, and is so thin these days, eating about 5-6 plates of food throughout the day (small amounts really.) But he’s still as playful as a kitten! I thought it was definitely time to paint Puddy’s portrait. =)
Photo of Puddy from just the other day. <3
