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Some folks wonder why I travel such great distances to teach.  Leaving home and hearth for days on end, on the road, sleeping in strange beds, hanging out in airports all alone---when I could in fact just teach local and let folks travel to me.

 Obviously........they haven''t met Eddie.

 Teaching away is how I how I manage to hang onto what bit of sanity I have left after living with the likes of Eddie Bill.

As if there wasn't an ample amount of bad attitude to go around, the "Eddie Pierre/who's yo daddy" debate did not enhance  Eddie's winning disposition....can you say multiple hissy fits?

But finally, in late breaking news today

So I may have just been dumped from the frying pan into the fire.  Eddie Pierre is coming to Paris-- to live with Eddie Bill---for the summer??
And Eddie Bill is going to tutor young Eddie Pierre???  Mentor him in how to be a stud muffin??
Badboy 101?  Show him the ropes?


Egads!!!  Early reports of Eddie Pierre are disconcerting to say the least.  He's the largest in the family of six and is already eating out of the big cat bowl, ordering others around and generally acting like a know it all.

And I don't care what the papers say---he not only looks like Eddie Bill---he ACTS like him

Eddie Pierre

Eddie Bill

I know...hard to tell them apart.  I think I'm gonna have to file for cat support.  

I don't see any other way around it.  

In Other News:

Eddie is working  on his first feature film.  Catman and Robin.

Here he is in costume...

I'm sorta afraid to ask who's playing Robin...

Yeah, like I said--- Folks wonder why I travel out to paint so much.

Obviously

 they haven't met Eddie.

Live in Antartica? Want me to come and teach?

No problem.

A girl does what a girl's gotta do.

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"Sunshine Dreams" SOLD

"Sunshine Dreams"

8 x 8in oil on museum quality panel

$350

Confessions.
I've been gone quite a bit this month.
First a workshop in Mass, then one on the opposite coast (sunny California where I am still hanging out:)
And I am not proud to admit it, but I am beginning to  miss Ed.

I mean-- there's no one to tell me that:

  A.   I am smarter than I look.

  B.  To please clean out his litter box, if he wants to smell bad he'll come back as a dog in his next life.

  C.  That fur doesn't show wrinkles and how it's a shame that I don't have fur.


I could go on, but you get the picture, just the usual abuse Ed dishes out.

I must be losing my mind.
Heaven forbid he should ever find out.

So I checked in with Phyllis to see how things were going.

She said Ed was hanging in there.

"Hang Twenty"

I actually think he looks like he's missing me too.  

Then again, it could just be that he's bummed he's not here in LA making the rounds to all the talent agencies.  He's been wanting his own reality TV show.

The dude sleeps 16 hours a day---I don't think he's gonna get any takers on that one but I have a feelin' that's what he's dreamin' about in the sunshine...:)))

Please Note:  This is No.9  in the Catalicious Series and has earned the prestigious EBSA (Eddie Bill Seal of Approval) award.  

To see the rest , just click here!

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"Found" SOLD

 

"Found"

8 x 8in oil on museum quality panel

$350

THE FURRY BANDIT OF SABBATH SONG FARM

Early Riser

Bird Watcher

DoorMan (DoorCat??)

Quiche Thief (Again)

AKA: Mr. Big Paws

Mornings feel different on Sabbath Song Farm.

Before the sun rises, silver moon still shining, 

the mist lays between

the rows of tree tops

that layer out

to where lavender skies

kiss blue ridge.

That's the precise moment when Mr. Big Paws makes his entrance from the fields.

It also happens to be the time  the hummingbirds begin their  early morning rounds. 

 Coincidence?

I think not.

 

Initially, Mr. Big Paws is quite the gentleman, waiting at the door. 

Do not be taken in by this.

One nano second later,

he has assumed the "somebody better let me in or heads will roll" pose.

I can't really blame him though. 

Carolyn has fixed a Sweet Potato Quiche with Bacon,  fit for a king

and a Lime Curd Blackberry Italian Meringue Pie.

Life is good on the farm.

Especially if it happens to be Sabbath Song Farm

and

 your name is Mr. Big Paws.

Please Note:  This is No. 8 in the "Catalicious Series" and has earned the prestigious EBSA award (Eddie Bill Seal of Approval).

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"Wanted"

8 x 8in oil on museum quality panel

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ONE FURRY BANDIT

Aggressive Snuggler

Stealer of quiche

Party Crasher

AKA:  Mr. Big Paws

Last known whereabouts
The Country Lodge
Sabbath Song Farm

Signed:  Management of Sabbath Song Farm Bed and  Breakfast

Tomorrow

The rest of the story.

Please Note:  This is No. 7 in the "Catalicious Series" and has earned the prestigious EBSA award (Eddie Bill Seal of Approval).

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"Mr. Big Paws" SOLD

 "Mr. Big Paws"

6 x 12in oil on museum quality panel

$350

 

To meet Kitten you must take a trip to the country. 

Way out in the country. 

All the way to a road called Toadvine to a place named Sabbath Song. 

 Sabbath Song is a B & B

 owned by a beautiful lady named Carolyn. 

Carolyn is an artist and her husband Wes, is a composer. 

They have horses,

English Mastiffs

and no cats. 

Kitten is the neighbor's cat. 

He came over to visit on my last visit to Sabbath Song. 

 He walked right in the back door of the converted barn that is now the B & B and jumped up in my lap, up on my chest

and started nudging his cheek to mine. 

He made the rounds to all who were there

tried to swipe some food from the table

and then headed back outside to go on a big hunt for the day.

That's just how Mr. Big Paws rolls:))

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