To honor another feline friend of mine, I have painted Simba. AKA, the prince.
Simba was born July 7th, 1994 to a mostly white calico named Nubby. He had three sisters and a brother born with him – all very different in appearance. Sister Sassy was the Diva, a spicy black calico. Sister Ivy was a runt and looked just like the mother. Brother Punkin/Doodle was the lone hunter with patches of white and grey tabby. Lastly, sister Nala was the princess. She was mostly white with a touch of orange. Simba was the only full tabby of the bunch and earned his name with his robust body. He had a temperament like a spoiled child at times, knowing what he wanted and made sure you got it for him. Simba and Doodle fought often, and violently, to secure their importance in the kitty family. Simba never messed with the sisters though. He wasn’t bold enough to face their flying paws!
His spoiled nature led to obesity in his prime. He always begged for attention and was polite, but demanding with loud cries, to people. He lived like a prince, given fluffy beds to sleep in. Although, Simba always preferred piles of sun warmed leaves over cushioned beds. For many years, he even slept in an empty litter box until it fell apart. Simba could’ve been compared to a striped pig if he wasn’t such a small built cat. It didn’t sober his attitude though, just his energy levels. Eventually the heavy weight made his legs bow. His elbows turned out, his knees buckled in, and his paws touched heel-to-heel when he stood. It would’ve been cute if it didn’t hamper his walking some.
Thankfully, as he aged, the weight came off and his temperament became milder. He was shy, less willing to attack his brother, and appreciated the company of his sisters. When another, young and energetic cat came into his territory though, the older Simba had no problem with giving him a taste of his claws. It took many fights for him to accept the new adolescent, most of which Simba won. It wasn’t long after that, though, that Simba developed severe weight loss and an extended belly. We could only guess cancer, and he spent his final days in the comforts of home that a prince like him deserved. Rest in Peace.
Simba
(July 7, 1994 – October 16, 2010)
“Simba” 8x10” acrylic on wood. © Cara Bevan 2011
Simba was born July 7th, 1994 to a mostly white calico named Nubby. He had three sisters and a brother born with him – all very different in appearance. Sister Sassy was the Diva, a spicy black calico. Sister Ivy was a runt and looked just like the mother. Brother Punkin/Doodle was the lone hunter with patches of white and grey tabby. Lastly, sister Nala was the princess. She was mostly white with a touch of orange. Simba was the only full tabby of the bunch and earned his name with his robust body. He had a temperament like a spoiled child at times, knowing what he wanted and made sure you got it for him. Simba and Doodle fought often, and violently, to secure their importance in the kitty family. Simba never messed with the sisters though. He wasn’t bold enough to face their flying paws!
His spoiled nature led to obesity in his prime. He always begged for attention and was polite, but demanding with loud cries, to people. He lived like a prince, given fluffy beds to sleep in. Although, Simba always preferred piles of sun warmed leaves over cushioned beds. For many years, he even slept in an empty litter box until it fell apart. Simba could’ve been compared to a striped pig if he wasn’t such a small built cat. It didn’t sober his attitude though, just his energy levels. Eventually the heavy weight made his legs bow. His elbows turned out, his knees buckled in, and his paws touched heel-to-heel when he stood. It would’ve been cute if it didn’t hamper his walking some.
Thankfully, as he aged, the weight came off and his temperament became milder. He was shy, less willing to attack his brother, and appreciated the company of his sisters. When another, young and energetic cat came into his territory though, the older Simba had no problem with giving him a taste of his claws. It took many fights for him to accept the new adolescent, most of which Simba won. It wasn’t long after that, though, that Simba developed severe weight loss and an extended belly. We could only guess cancer, and he spent his final days in the comforts of home that a prince like him deserved. Rest in Peace.
Simba
(July 7, 1994 – October 16, 2010)
“Simba” 8x10” acrylic on wood. © Cara Bevan 2011
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Animal related (non-anthro)
Species Housecat
Size 1280 x 1014px
File Size 307.1 kB
Listed in Folders
Very beautiful picture. He looks a lot like my elderly kitten Bitsey... she also had the touches of orange on her stomach, cheeks and sides. It still comes in on colder years (this year it came in unexpectedly a week ago or so... along with added fluffyness)
The picture coveys a lot of his emotion.. .especially the almost haughty knowing look to his face. It captures a kitten who knows he's the subject of everyone's attention.
The picture coveys a lot of his emotion.. .especially the almost haughty knowing look to his face. It captures a kitten who knows he's the subject of everyone's attention.
Yeah... during the summer months she has very little fur (we do live in a desert afterall) but during the winter she poofs up and the white fur covering her tummy gets a bunch of new orange growth... it comes in randomly and pretty much predicts when the weather will start to get really cold.
I understand that, but from a watchers prospective it can be depressing if you comment on like ten submissions and nobody says a word back, you know? I'm really glad you care though and I'm glad we talked about it, it's been "hanging onto my chest" I suppose you could say, so i'm glad I got it off
I appreciate that compliment a lot, commenting on artwork is like the one thing a watcher does do (besides look at it and perhaps try to help some friends) and receiving a compliment like that about what I have to say is kinda comparable to an artist like yourself getting a compliment on your art-work
I appreciate that compliment a lot, commenting on artwork is like the one thing a watcher does do (besides look at it and perhaps try to help some friends) and receiving a compliment like that about what I have to say is kinda comparable to an artist like yourself getting a compliment on your art-work
I understand that feeling! It's like writing a letter to someone and they don't write back, even though you want to keep writing. Kinda puts you off from writing to them because you don't get back the effort you put in. >.>
You're welcome! I love the comments that are more than a couple words because it shows you have something to say. I appreciate the "great jobs" and "love it" comments to, but I like small talk.
You're welcome! I love the comments that are more than a couple words because it shows you have something to say. I appreciate the "great jobs" and "love it" comments to, but I like small talk.
That's exactly what it feels like, like... ignored. That's why I comment on other people's comments sometimes too because I know how it feels to ask about something or try to talk about it and be totally ignored, on purpose or not, it still hurts.
small talk is what makes the world go 'round :verhappy:
small talk is what makes the world go 'round :verhappy:
FA+

Comments