Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity
He’s broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity…
This is our cat who died last year. Twelve years ago he got his name from the flying leap he made from the back of a chair in the animal shelter to my daughter’s shoulder where he clung and purred loudly… how could she refuse that? He was the runt of a litter and was always small for a male cat, with a tiny face and nose. But he made sure my greyhound York knew who was top cat in our house.
Cat card for any occasion -
Soft pastels and pastel pencils on Art Spectrum Colourfix A4 approx.
Original not available – I’m keeping him.
He used to sit on the back of a sofa in the summerhouse, thus the wooden wall behind him.