Acrylic on stretched canvas, ready to hang.

Signed on the front.

Our neighbour's cat who I have nic named Mr Pants for his fabulous black shorts and lilly white legs, has been making every attempt to get to the Currawong fledglings in the last few days. Our neighbours are good about keeping him in, but he’s an escape artist. Today I have caught him twice trying to climb the fig tree where the fledglings are currently hanging out. Their mother has been trying to defend her brood, I've caught the buggah twice and promptly shoved him back over the fence. I can never get to the hose in time, but a water gun is now on my list of desired backyard apparatus, I'm just imagining myself sitting with it across my lap chewing on the end of a piece of grass porch-side.