Kitties I have known - 4 - Spenser

24x24 Acrylic on stretched canvas This is Spenser. The first cat we got after Bastet died. He was Rich's cat, sat on his lap while Rich typed. Slept at his feet. A Devon Rex, he had a beautiful chocolate brown coat that never came in quite right, giving him a strange, exotic look. Pigeons used to line up outside the window to stare at him. He, in turn loved to watch birds (never hunt!) so much that we bought him a membership in the Audubon society. We got him when we were in Boston, and he came with us in the big truck all the way to California, walking on his leash, sitting on the passenger's lap, looking out the window at the wonders passing by. He was the embodiment of love, sitting quietly for hours at our side if one of us was sick. He did his best for Charlotte, calming her and soothing her temper. It wasn't until after he died that she became the complete crabby cat. Because he was so pure, so beautiful, we both envision him now sitting, watching his beloved birds, at a Ramakrishna temple on a hill.