She got back, tired after a long day. She switched on the light, and there he was -- waiting patiently for her. He had been asleep, and his eye lids opened slowly. She stooped and held him close -- stroking him all over. First his chin and then his back until she remembered that he might be hungry.
It was a typical night after work. Her mind was too weary to think properly. She ran the hot water and lit two candles. Tonight she chose ylang ylang, the sensual oil for her bath. As soon as the mirror began to steam up, she stepped into the tub.
So wonderful to be a cat, she mused. A long haired ginger cat who sleeps all day. He purrs like an engine. He senses that she, too, wants to be a cat. So she became one in Amsterdam.
Caricaturists have an amazing ability to magnify the one feature that you want to disguise. My cheeks, for example, featured here. But only those that truly know me, like my sister, can capture my mood and personality.portraits of a lady by different artists
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by American artist, Seattle 1983 |
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by Cel, Filipino artist, Ireland 1997 |
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by Luisa, London 1998 |
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by Frances, Singapore 1989 |
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by Frances, San Francisco 1998 |
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by Clemencia, London 1998 |
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by Betti, Amsterdam 2000 |
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by Li Jia, Brighton 2000 |
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chalk portrait by Yousif Naser, June 2003 |
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