When I was four, my parents took me abroad for the first time. We sailed from NYC to London on HMS Rotterdam. On Mom’s birthday, I won a prize in a drawing contest showing off my skill at drawing my favorite creatures, cats.
While my drawing talents have not increased whatsoever, my steadfast love and fascination of felines has grown. I no longer profess, as I did when I was four, that “I hate dogs because they don’t like cats”, but my life is full of kitty-ness.
Friends will not be surprised at the extreme to which I’m now taking this obsession. My work is with fire and tropical fish – I am a glass artist and research assistant – but my love of cats large and small is now taking me out of my familiar toasty warm environment. I’ve packed enough clothes to be able to wear seven layers in this legendary desert, where I’m told it will be very windy and chilly. I even brought a hat.
How could you have know, Mom and Dad, what that transatlantic crossing would inspire? The fearsome tiger-illustrating little girl pictured at Stonehenge is off to spy a snow leopard.