I found a couple of sketches I did back in SFI that I never posted. The first, I think we were talking about Swedish wildlife, so of course I started drawing lynxes. Then I started trying to compare a lynx to an Abyssinian.
This one I did before we got Logan. We had one teacher who lived on a farm and loved to talk about all the animals she had. I guess that day, it was all about chickens. After I got tired of drawing them, I started practicing the differences between Abys and Singas. I haven’t gone to SFI for about a year now (they moved to a different location and changed teachers and we just got unengaged busywork – stuff I’d actually already done a couple of times already). But it was good for something: it made me draw more regularly than I do now.
Ever since I can remember, I have done sketches whilst in class, listening to the teachers in the background. SFI classes are no different. Last week, I was working on drawing Lorelai.
In particular, I wanted to capture this adorable little head-tilt she does whilst sitting on the kitchen counter, because I can’t seem to do it with a camera. I hope she does it at the cat show next week!
I’m not quite sure if this is meant to be Jacoby or Alfred, but I was trying to describe how small Logan was compared to one of them during some sort of class presentation.
Class is kind of boring.
Can’t stop thinking about Lorelai…
Logan playing with his favourite fishes.
I did a lot of work comparing the body type differences between Abys and Singas, creating the cartoon “characters” of Logan and Alfred.
And also comparing them to the established characters of Angel and Jacoby.
I wanted to make sure that Logan’s profile was Singapura, not Abyssinian.
This one is my favourite, though. Logan’s telling Björn, “No, mamma hasn’t given us any food!”
Last year for Valentine’s Day (called “Alla hjärtans dag,” “all hearts day” in Sweden), I had an early morning class, and I left for class before Björn went to work, so I drew him a little Valentine cartoon.
Later, in class, I doodled Jacoby with some roses. And a little poem for Björn which says:
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I’ll love you
When you’re old and grey
(It rhymes in Swedish.)
During that farce that was held in the months before the first Tuesday in November a year or so ago, my standard retort to any discussion of the male candidate was, “ANYONE would do a better job than that idiot. My upstairs neighbours’ cat would be better than him! And, he has better hair!”
This is Marquis, our upstairs neighbours’ cat.
He’s a domestic Swedish longhair, about three years old, and our neighbours cannot keep him inside.
He loves going outside.
He doesn’t like Jacoby very much, unfortunately.
Which is too bad, because Jake actually seems to kind of want to be friends with him.
It is said Swedes aren’t social with strangers, but contrary to popular belief, we are very friendly with the other people living in our building. Our upstairs neighbours, Johan and Oksana, have two daughters, we share food and we take in each others’ cats when we need to. Our across-the-hall neighbour, Marita, comes in and feeds the cats who stay home when we go to shows. It’s really nice.
Marquis is social, too. When he’s outside and sees someone heading towards the door to our block of apartments, he comes running to be let in. He then leads you up to his apartment and waits for you to ring the doorbell. He’s very smart.
He is also an excellent hunter. He’s shown me mice he’s caught, and one morning I saw him pounce into a flock of birds. I didn’t have time to whip out a camera, so when I got to class, I tried to recreate his whirling attempt to snag a birdie.