Thursday's painting...

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I am not talking to that cat.
Why?
He stole my phone.
A friend emailed "You're not answering my WhatsApp messages..."
I put down iPad and look for phone. It had been on my lap.
I look down the blankets on me. I look down the duvet...
I email my friend, "I can't find my phone. I've lost my phone..."
"Take the bed apart," she replies...
I take everything off my bed, look inside the pillow cases...
No phone...
Then I realise that the cat is sitting at the bottom of the bed looking at me. He has not moved despite me frantically looking for my phone in the bed.
Not moved...
I go closer to the cat, keeping eye contact. His eyes grow wider. Very wide eyes for Popeye (more like Veronica's Mystère's eyes) I slide my hand underneath him. And pull out my phone.
His eyes widen as though I am going to say something to him.
I say nothing and walk away.
I am not talking to that cat.

I realised that earlier he had got between the blankets and was working his way down the bed, unseen by me. Apart from this hump, under the blankets, making its way down my bed. I had wondered why he was making so much effort, and so I thought he was just making himself comfortable. But no, he had intentionally dragged my phone down to the bottom of the bed and sat on it to hide it. 

Here is my digital painting in Procreate...