Biz Johnson

A note from Ann Johnson about this image This was one of the first paintings I made of Biz – over 20 years ago. She arrived in our garden at about six months old and we were immediately enchanted. Thus began my painting of cats – further inspired by the wonderful Tess who arrived a few years…

That Cat

That Cat whose fur is slid to where your fingers spread; whose purr splatters specifically you (as if only you matter); whose fish-food platter is left for manky after The Great Show of Hunger; who’s disposed to dribble, nibble bits of digestive, make quiver live creatures like shrews; who eats these in the loo on…

Cat’s Tenth Year

Cat’s Tenth Year Currently, his meat must come with gravy. Give him fish in jelly and it’ll turn to flies. He’s had a phase of biting bare legs at 3am as you sleep-walk to the loo. The purr wakes you, then the pounce. He draws blood, mad blooder, creature of the night! In spring, when…

Lleucu

Lleucu This dog             balances her tennis ball on my knee                         and crouches ready.             Her pupils flood her green eyes – life is acute             in her. As for me,                         I am as dimmed as an old penny. I take off my glasses and cast the ball                         upwards. She catches it…