The Cat who walks by herself

I am the Cat who walks by herself,

And all places are alike to me.

When I have done that, and between times,

When the moon gets up and night comes…

I go out to the Wet Wild Woods or up the Wet Wild Trees or the Wet Wild Streets, walking by my wild lone.

I am the cat who walks by herself and all places are alike to me…’

My heartfelt thanks to Rudyard Kipling whose “Just So Stories” told by our father in the African night, enchanted our childhood. (Loosely adapted from “The cat that walked by himself”.)

40 thoughts on “The Cat who walks by herself

    • Kipling was a good writer. Now when I started drawing this I had no idea about the text. The subject was a young female dancer who came with a her troop on the main square a few years ago. I did adapt her a bit from the photo. Then as I started posting the story came back to my mind.
      All well Ellen?

    • Thank you. Actually the drawing had nothing to do with Kipling. It’s only after I finished sketching and painting that I wondered what words I would put. And I saw my old battered copy of “les histoires comme Γ§a”. Had to look for the original english version.
      Cheers.

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