Remembering Rascal

Remembering Rascal

6-2-12, “Remembering Rascal”, 6″ x 6″, found papers on fabric mounted on board

Rascal – 1992-2012 – May his thirst be forever quenched

I didn’t have Rascal living with me for very long, just about a year or so; we were his retirement home. He came to us via my daughter Rainy…but let me start at the beginning….Four years ago, Rainy met Rascal when she was working at the Kitty Clinic near Olympia, Washington. He was being boarded for a short stay. When his owner, Mr. Barker, came to pick him up, Rainy commented on what a wonderful cat Rascal was. Mr. Barker was stationed at Fort Lewis and was about to be transferred to Hawaii. He told Rainy that he wasn’t going to be able to take Rascal with him because he didn’t think that Rascal, who was 16 years old at that time, would be able to survive the 6 month quarantine. He asked Rainy if she would be interested in taking Rascal. Rainy had to think about it as she was living in a studio apartment at the time and was already the proud owner of two cats; Lux and Jasper. Rainy and I talked on the phone, I encouraged her to take Rascal. When she called Mr. Barker to tell him that she would take Rascal, he started to cry and said the Rainy “was an angel sent from Heaven.” Rascal was not a healthy cat, his kidneys were already failing just due to old age, but she loved him and welcomed Rascal into her home. Rainy took really good care of Rascal, it helped that she was working for a cat vet at the time! Whenever Rainy came to visit us here in Phoenix, she always brought he cats with her. Not too long ago, Rainy asked if Rascal could stay with us when she left as she was going to be doing some traveling and she wanted to be sure that Rascal would be well taken care of. Rascal was always thirsty (a result of failing kidneys) and liked to have fresh water. Plus, he had to be fed can food frequently. Of course we agreed to have Rascal stay and live with us and our three cats and our chihuahua. He was a sweet old man cat who walked with a shuffle and had a raspy meow. He could still jump up on our bed to sleep with us at night. We loved him immensely. Over the past week or so, we noticed that Rascal wasn’t moving around as much and when he walked his head hung low. This was about the time when I started making the collages on fabric and I made two of Rascal; I knew something was going on. Yesterday afternoon, we got home from getting cat food and a new harness for Rascal and found him collapsed on the floor. I picked him up and held him in my lap, comforting him as he journeyed into his next life. I miss him.

A Special Moon

A Special Moon

6-1-12, “A Special Moon”, 6″ x 6″, acrylic paint and found papers on fabric mounted on board.


Yesterday I was remembering the special full moon from last month. My husband, Mike and I had ventured out into the desert to photograph it as the moon rose above the stark mountains. I was looking at those photos and realized that I wanted to transform what I had seen into a collaged image. Here it is!