T stands for tuesday - or treasures -

It's wintertime and it's tuesday.

Let's have a green tea with honey in my working room.

Let's take a little break from alldays life.

A break, a free from all "to-doe's"  day is always a big treasure for me.

Lucky, when I have one in the month.

Last friday was such a free day and finally I could paint again.

The angels, which I painted in december, are no more with me.

They found a new home with my parents in law.

May they accompany my father in law on his last and difficult life part.

That's a good job for angels...

I bought in sale some canvas-cards and stretcher with canvas.

I've not painted on canvas before, always took paper or wood.

It's another feeling on canvas and it somehow demands different painting technique.

Not so good with acrylic and my most beloved pastels in one picture.

As I often did...

Well, I must learn it, the first try is truly not a masterpiece.

Maybe, an illustration for a story (?)

The story behind this picture is, that my sweetheart sometimes sees a three-legged cat.

Fourth leg seems injured and she looks very ill and hungry.

I go through this street two or three times a day, but I've never seen her.

She has to be homeless and she knows how to hide.

Not all people are friendly.

Some kick or shoot for her and she must be very suspicious.

It makes me always sad, when cats are injured and hungry

 and have no home in cold times.

Would take her to me home, but I cannot help.

She must come by herself. 

My own cat was such a homeless cat too, with a broken leg...

I put her a small wooden hut with warm blanket in the yard in one winter, long time ago.

I fed her every day, but it took a few months for her to find trust and come in home.

Today she's a very tender and good cat, she cares for me, when I'm sick...

But she has remained suspicious of all people, except me.

She hates visitors...

 I think, all cats are good cats, all can be treasures for us humans 
 if we give them a chance.

Now I go every night to the street and put food in a box (against rain and snow).

It has disappeared in the morning.

Hope, she found it or another cat (and not the racoons).

That's all, what I can do.

I hope, she will show up and come to me.

Or at least she has an angel, who's caring for her.

So many cats are outside, so many jobs for a lot of angels!

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