Oil on canvas, stretched and ready to hang.

Signed on the front.

In a house that doesn't have much sun coming in, you need to capitalise on whatever light you can get. The sun slanting in on an angle through the wooden lattice of the patio. Door open slightly to let that shaft of light get in. Vovos arranged just-so.
But meanwhile, the cat gets out! In the time it takes to grab the cat, the light has shifted. Days of cloudy La Nina weather follow and it is a while before another chance comes. The biscuits are stale, which is irrelevant surely, in the context of a painting. They're not even that nice to eat, let's be honest. But finally, right light, right time, cat inside, Iced vovos captured.