This pastel pet portrait is of Doodle, a.k.a. Punk. E. Doodle, Punkie, and Punkin. You know how it goes. You adopt this sweet little baby and as he grows so does his name. It changes and evolves over time and before you know it, he has more names than you can remember!
One of my favorite memories is of how Doodle loved to play hide and seek when I made the bed with fresh linens. He came to live with me after I fostered he and his mother and siblings. Well…you can guess how that turned out! How could I not keep him? His mother was a stray that kept finding her way into an opening in a man’s mobile home. She was, of course, looking for a safe place for her little family. The man called a local feral cat rescue where I volunteered and that’s how they came to live with me. I ultimately adopted both he and his sister, Peaches, and my mom took his brother and mother. They’ve all left us by now but they graced our lives in so many ways. Love you Doodle!