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finally a piece that speaks to me


More artwork from Oona; I believe this one's called Two Cats in a Hot Hot Oven.

Let me just say that while she's brought home a lot of dubious work in the past, Oona has really redeemed herself with this one.

I like it. A lot.

I like artwork that tells me a story, that makes me ask questions. How hot is hot hot? 475 Fahrenheit? That'd be my pick.

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The fucking cats: I don't know what offends me more: coming in with Oona from the wind and the rain and finding the fat one in the middle of a long, luxurious stretch inside a basket of fresh laundry (that C has specifically put out for her) or seeing the neurotic one frantically trying to find traction on the laminate floors as he races off to his hiding places on the air ducts in the basement.

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They're inside pretty much all the time now (not that they were forced out much in summer either). The most fresh air they get is a few hours here and there when C is out at Toastmasters, and I'm in a pitching mood. But sometimes I can't even be bothered with that.

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And why would they go outside? Right now they're living like inbred Spanish kings. And the one just keeps getting fatter, and the other one more neurotic. And I get to listen to them fight, and watch them barf, and lick themselves, and each other.

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  1. haha!! "and watch them barf" o how I know this all too well.

    Did she actually name the painting Two Cats in a Hot Hot Oven? or was that just your interpretation? I hope it was her doing!

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  2. I love good scribble! Or maybe its the color. Red=passion.. So maybe a passionate scribble.

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  3. i can see a show in the near near..oona und papa...that would be a show!and i am so drawn to this.....but....(sorry)it could be my that is where all kitties should be interpretation concepts showin...and that red is so dramatic!!way to go oona!

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  4. :)) really great artwork, oona!! love it! kids are the best when it comes to art, anyway ;)

    btw, it seems that you're not receiving my mail! i answered you directly after receiving your email, and i guess it got lost in the virtual jungle again :( argh..
    i'll try at the book-ordering address maybe...

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  5. Anonymous7:01 am

    Happy weekend to you DJB! Too funny you are! Love Oona's latest piece. I'm sure she created it with you in mind.

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  6. I take it you're not a cat man. Would you ever consider letting them sleep in the clothes dryer?

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  7. Really like the drawing. Awesome scribbly-energy.

    We have two cats, a skinny old one and a fat young one. The fat young one used to be a skinny young one when he found her, but she hasn't stopped eating since we brought her into the house. I think she'd have eaten the skinny old one if the skinny old one wasn't so wiry and mean.

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  8. go oona! you should let her try out some chocolate pudding on a high chair tray. then print it monotype style.

    red. it's always red isn't it?

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  9. we have 3 fucking cats. we keep a large vat of food out at all times so, as my husband says, they will become obese, unhealthy, and die young.

    the sole female has some sort of digestive issue where she barfs daily. luckily, the fattest male likes a hot meal. it really helps with the cleaning up after.

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  10. Just wait till Oona contributes to laundry duty. Those nicely folded clothes end up scattered through the house. Followed by the cat either puking up on top of the clothes or dragging a piece of shit that got caught on its furry ass. Enjoy!

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