Tonight he felt like Picasso and Caravaggio, tomorrow would be a Hyde Park stroll for Hadid, then beyond for Leighton. No doubt a few sights, too, along the way.
For now the cat padded the West End, away from the late night drunks. Since the Tube had started running all night at weekends, he had begun to ride into town and check out the galleries. Not the insides, of course, that would be ridiculous, but the posters outside, to discover more.
Reflecting later: Caravaggio: too grim; Picasso: too strange. "But I liked the photograph of the guy in the hat".
Written for the 100 Word Challenge on Thin Spiral Notebook; the prompt was the word, Cat.
I've written a few cat stories; or stories with the word cat in them (one of them for Thin Spiral Notebook not long ago!)
For now the cat padded the West End, away from the late night drunks. Since the Tube had started running all night at weekends, he had begun to ride into town and check out the galleries. Not the insides, of course, that would be ridiculous, but the posters outside, to discover more.
Reflecting later: Caravaggio: too grim; Picasso: too strange. "But I liked the photograph of the guy in the hat".
Written for the 100 Word Challenge on Thin Spiral Notebook; the prompt was the word, Cat.
I've written a few cat stories; or stories with the word cat in them (one of them for Thin Spiral Notebook not long ago!)
A cultural cat. I like it :)
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