The Cat Who Travelled Through Time
My mum and dad’s cat Bridget (pictured above, more recently) has always been a bit of a wanderer. Never was her nomadic spirit more evident than in summer 2020, when (partly due to her clashes with George) she’d vanish for weeks on end. While she was away my mum and dad suffered many sleepless nights and spent hours walking every lane and footpath within a couple of miles of their house, calling her name. My dad developed a theory: somewhere in the mild Nottinghamshire countryside, Bridget had found an unlikely portal which allowed her to travel through time. To distract himself from his worries, he began to paint what he imagined her adventures to be.
The paintings came out of his work room at a startling rate. I could never predict exactly what was coming next.
Bridget’s travels became ever deeper, ever wilder, permitting her to indulge her burgeoning interest in art history…
… and psychedelic rock music…
After I showed him the astounding online response to the series,, my dad was motivated to paint yet more Bridget adventures.
Bridget has gone on several more adventures since then but is - to my mum and dad's relief - becoming much more of a homebody as she settles into her middle years.
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