Goodbye Bob


The house feels strangely empty without our Bob. We lost him a few weeks ago and I’m still getting used to coming downstairs in the morning and not finding him sitting in the bay window looking out at the street, watching the world go by – what a friend of mine once brilliantly called “cat telly“. No good morning greeting, just an empty, clean window sill. No more wet footprints or drifts of fine black fuzz from his daily grooming.  Now it’s just us humans. I don’t miss sweeping up the hairs or having to buy cat food, but we all miss his constant presence in the household and his dense furry warmth on your knee in the evening.

Sheffield paper artist Melanie Pearson "Les Fruits de Mel"
Our Bob

He was my favourite model, (even if not always the most willing to pose) and easy to paint and draw, so I’m missing that too and kind of on the hunt for a new subject. But at the same time, I’ve been looking at the world outside with cat eyes, seeing it as a continual amazing panorama of fascination – sudden raindrops on the windows and people scurrying down the street holding bags over their heads, a magpie settling on the roof opposite, the stalky alliums in our window box rustling in the wind. It is indeed a world of entertainment out there and I just need to start finding ways to draw it.

Sheffield paper artist Melanie Pearson "Les Fruits de Mel"
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