Simson was my first cat. He was a black domestic short-haired cat. I got
him at eight weeks old as a housewarming gift when I moved to my first
house in 1995. He suckled on fur carpets as an adult since he was taken so early
from his mother. He loved being chased by his people and sleeping on us when
he was indoors. Outdoors he was a prolific hunter, he once brought a set
of hare ears home, but mostly he chased mice.
Simson was killed by a car when he was 2½ years old, I found him by the side of the road, it broke my heart and I vowed to never again have an outdoor cat - and I haven't.
|Size||40 x 50 cm|
|My post||Not posted|
This is my portrait of Simson
Close-up of the eyes
Together with Bacchus and Ronja's portrait
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© Mona Pihl