This is Perkins. I am showing him to you because I love him as much as Zeke. He isn’t as showy as Zeke; the first year he lived here I had to carefully study him for distinctive markings because he is so common looking. If he were dead on the side of the road, I might not know it was my cat. (If you must know, he has pink toes, but he is NOT a girly-man cat – he is Mighty Hunter!) He has yellow eyes,  a pink nose, a black and gray checkerboard patterned tail and the tiniest wussiest little meow you ever heard in a such a fierce hunter. Perkins is kind and gentle and loving, unless you are a gopher. He is the only cat in my life that has never turned teeth-and-claws  on me – you know how they do when they have had enough of whatever it is that they get enough of.  What does this have to do with art? There is beauty everywhere I look!