My artworks are in happy homes around the globe in private and public collections. My art is highly collectible. I paint daily so there’s always more to collect!
This artwork was done by me, Jo Potocki, self-taught artist that produces my artworks in my creepy basement studio in exotic Toledo, OH.
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I had a cat that was so chill he would let bugs crawl on his face. Just kinda look at them, “Oh hello bug, I see you’re crawling on my face….. have a nice day, Okay?” Nothing that moves is safe around my other cats, but this one just didn’t care.
Someone sent me a photo fo their cat in a bee costume – I can only assume her cat is chill as heck because I’d honestly be missing body parts if I attempted to put a costume on any of our cats. He was so stinkin’ cute in that photo I had to include him in the series.
So I give you Siamese in a Bee Costume!
This is #3 in the Cats of May series and is 3.5 x 5.5 inches vintage postcard.
This is a 2.5 x 4.5-inch wood board painted with a long neck siamese on it using acrylics.
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I was owned by a very special Siamese. Well, she wasn’t really Siamese. She was actually half-Himalayan (he was a show cat no less!) and half little-black-alley-cat that no one loved and I could never catch, she was way too feral. She did decide to crawl onto my downstairs neighbor’s porch one April 15th morning and have her kittens.
That was the day I decided to add a cat to the family.
Her name was Timmy. Pronounced : TIMMMMAAAAAAHHHHH.
My neighbor called me down when the kittens were 3-days old because one kitten seemed to really have issues. She acted like her neck was broken, she couldn’t manage to nurse due to shaking, and as of that morning, Momma Cat was now refusing to let her even try to nurse.
So, I scooped her up and we went to the vet to find out what to do for this little furry girl.
The vet told me that we’d have to wait to know for sure, but she’d seen it enough to guess cerebellar hypoplasia. Basically, it’s a neurological disorder that happens. It can affect motor skills from just a little to a lot. I was given a tiny bottle and kitten formula and proceeded to do a whole lotta kitten feeding.
Even though I knew who Timmy’s father was and definitely who her mother was (there was a big to-do in my apartment complex when the MommaCat tore the screen and got into the apartment where the people that owned the Himalayan show cat lived. They were angry this little cat got into their apartment and gave their cat fleas.
The vet insisted she was a Seal Point Siamese when Timmy was 4-months old and I was getting the paperwork to get Timmy on a plane for a move to Ohio from Texas. She still couldn’t hold her head up well and it mostly flopped off to one side, and she did this weird scoot to get around. But she was eating, playing, and doing a lot of regular kitten things. I really liked my vet. She was knowledgeable, always available and went above and beyond. But she said something that really bugged me about Timmy.
She told me that Timmy probably wouldn’t live past 2-3 years old.
Like Timmy had an expiration date I couldn’t see or something. I decided to ignore it and give her the best life she could have.
Timmy went on to live another 8 years. She had trouble with her legs randomly giving out, but overall her health was good. Her final year was rough, she had dementia. That was crazy. She would only stay in the upstairs kitchen and 7 years before we had a little box up there. It has been in the basement for years for the other cats, but Timmy would go to the corner where the litter box once was, step over imaginary sides and leave a little poop in the corner, and even go to the trouble to “cover it up” by pawing air around her creation. She would go down to the basement to pee though (Is that TMI?).
The day she left the upstairs kitchen and walked to the back door, I knew it was the day she was leaving us. It was on a Sunday (Mother’s Day actually), and I had a call into the vet but before he called back, she just laid down and went peacefully. I buried her in the flower garden and planted a ton of marigolds. She loved to sit and smell them when I brought them in.
I still like to paint Timmy, she definitely left a pawprint on my heart.