Kat Johnston

Tag: kitten

  • Sketch: I’m in a bit of a bind…

    Kat Johnston Sketch: A kitten. Some rope. Cuteness. Utter cuteness!

    It could be yarn, it could be rope… hell, I think it could even be spinach-infused spaghetti in pesto sauce. Either way, I think it’s cute, and that’s all that really matters, right?

    I decided, at some point, as I was sketching this, that the kitty would be a Siamese. I have two kittens of my own – one is a blue Tortoiseshell, and the other is a medium-haired lynx-point Siamese cross. Penny (the lynx-point Siamese cross) is probably the least likely cat I know to end up in a situation like that, and yet… she became my spokes-kitten anyway. Despite the fact that my other cat (her name is Lolita, in case you were curious) is just about the most likely to end up like that. I swear, I’ve never met a more natural bondage-kitty. She likes to get herself tangled up in everything!

  • Digital: I’m siiiiiick… and I’m not happy about it.

    Kat Johnston Cartoon: I will admit, I am feeling rather sore and sorry for myself right now… I’m sick with a headache and a sore-throat.

    Today’s is going to be a very short post… I’m feeling horridly ill and even sitting in front of the computer is taking it out of me.

    As a result, this image is another of Lolli, who you can see a couple of posts down… and I think she’s reflecting my condition quite well. If I didn’t have to sit here for longer, I’d put a bandage on her head and a thermometer between her fangs.

  • Sketch: Just adorable!

    Kat Johnston Sketch: Isn’t she just adorable? Well I think so! Like a little princess, or something.Kat Johnston Sketch: Isn’t she just adorable? Well I think so! Like a little princess, or something.

    Eep! I actually meant to post up this picture last night, but then my hubby put on ‘Pirates of the Caribbean III’ and by the time that was done (overly long, in my opinion), I was just ready to fall into bed and close my eyes. I had it all scanned into the computer and everything, though, I swear!

    Mmmm, it is Sunday today, and the day has started off well. I woke up with a cat nestled in against the crook of my arm, and with my stirring movement, she too awoke. She crawled up onto my chest, the purring already starting before one finger was laid upon her. It seems that cats enjoy a sense of anticipation too.

    I cupped her chin in my hand, my thumb lightly stroking along her elegant jawline, while my other hand smoothed down the silken fur of her back. My Lolita (for that is her name) must have some touch of oriental in her, for her jaw and whole body is so smooth yet angular – though she is most definitely predominantly blue tortoise-shell. The look suits her well. While she is fully grown, she still looks so much the kitten, especially in the low light, when her pupils are very dilated. She is our little bear.

    I tugged her further up my body, while she, pretending that she will ‘allow’ me the pleasure of petting her (rather than revealing that she was actually revelling in it) opened her mouth in a gigantic, tooth-filled yawn. I guess she just wanted to let me know who was in charge. Ahhh, but my Lolita… she does not fool me in the slightest. She is a cat who loves snuggles, and her purring is like the rumble of an idling truck, or perhaps a jet taking off. She does not fool me at all!

    Snuggling her is just the perfect way to start the day.

  • Sketch: Missy Pen-Pen, and ‘Yay, I got my Parchment… ohhh…’

    Kat Johnston Sketch: My darling miss Pen-Pen with her fishie treats… I love my cats.

    My darling Miss Pen-Pen, how I do so adore her. She’s the little sumo-cat of our household, and isn’t afraid to throw her weight around if needed. She truly is a queen, speaking up when she’s ready for a snuggle and somehow -you- haven’t given her one yet. She does have a tendency to get demanding at times.

    A sumo for a queen… now that is an interesting thought, is it not? Its like the daughter of a 1950s mob boss that everyone compliments and so forth, even though in reality she’s no drop-dead gorgeous bombshell: she’s twice the size of a house and happy for it. So long as the situation didn’t change, she’d never have reason to doubt other than what people have told her either, would she? While not exactly entirely true, you get the picture. My Pen-Pen is a queen and a sumo to boot.

    Onto an entirely unrelated matter… I got my parchment yesterday! I’ve now officially got my little piece of paper saying ‘Look world, this person has actually completed a Masters of Arts and Creative Industries Management, and she’s done it in such a competent manner that we’re willing to say she somehow knows what she’s talking about. Yay her.’

    It’s kinda a funny feeling: I have it done, completed, finito, and there’s nothing left to do. I’m not sure if anyone else feels that the receipt of a piece of paper to say ‘Really, I know what I’m talking about,’ is as anti-climactic as I do… but it does tend to feel that way to me. You finish your course, you wait almost five months, and finally some small woman comes a-knocking at your door and says ‘Sign here please.’ You do as you’re told, you open it, and this piece of paper really isn’t all that more impressive than the last one (I’ve done this three times now).

    Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad to have it – but it’s almost as if finally getting it is mocking in nature. ‘So,’ it says to me, in a wheedley little voice, not unlike that weasel little tell-tale in the school yard most of us have doubtless encountered. ‘So, it’s been almost five months since you have completed me, and what have you done? Hmm?’

    Here am I, wide-eyed, stuttering out an ineffectual response. ‘Well, I, umm, I was waiting on you before, you know, I, um, got started on anything? Or something like that?’

    The parchment snickers knowingly, a gleam to it’s silvered seal as it glints in reflection of the somewhat dim fluorescent bulb. It’s almost an accusation. ‘Ohhh, but you have me now,’ says he, ‘You have no excuse left! What are you going to do, hmm, what are you going to do?’

    With a barely uttered grunt of disgust I glare at my parchment, and fling it in a drawer with the others. That’ll teach it to have a go at me!

  • Sketch: Magnificent Mogs

    Kat Johnston Sketch: Is there anything more magnificent than a pair of moggies? Kittens… full of teh cute.

    We’re building on the post of yesterday now… yesterday’s picture looked rather much like a Lolita to me (one of my cats), that I had to do a Penny too (uhhh.. the other cat). Penny does not look quite right on her own though, when there isn’t a Lolita around to try and pounce on her tail.

    You see, Penny is what we would like to refer to as a ‘sumo’ cat. Lolita, now she is the ninja. I’m not sure if ninjas and sumos regularly get along, but these two cats have never really been the cuddley type with each other. Ohhh, they play, they skip around the house chasing each other one way and the next… they’ve even been known to form rather effective two-cat hunting parties when it comes to cornering a quick-witted lizard. But they’ve never really been close to the point of snuggling.

    What is Lolita’s favourite pasttime? Bugging Penny. What is Penny’s favourite pasttime? Sleeping… oh, and bugging Lolita. It all tends to work out in the end.

    Oh, on another little note, I’ve decided to split up the Sanu stuff from this blog, and move it over to its own little area at http://katjohnston.com/sanu. While I believe that it wasn’t doing too bad over here, giving it its own space will hopefully allow me the freedom to expand on some Second Life issues there without boring… well… the rest of you! If you want to check it out, just skip over at any time and take a peek. KatJohnston.com will return to its regular content of sketches and random thoughts.