Thank God he has crept back under the sofa in the studio, but still not had anything to eat or drink apart from some catnip tablets and has not peed. It is now 11.45 and presumably he has not eaten since yesterday morning.
It is now 4.30. He popped out for a short walk around while I was painting, but still has not had anything to drink or eat.
This horrible painting is from a snap taken in 1994. We went on an art trip for a few days in the Welsh mountains - the only time I have done sheep and landscapes, plus a few of the other inmates. We escaped for a day in a campervan and went to Hay-on-Wye. It was sunny but absolutely freezing.
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