Colbert, my male cat, is from the French side of our island (St. Martin). He is the essence of laid-back cat, which fits his Caribbean home perfectly. French and Caribbean, the epitome of romantic, affectionate, and the greatest lizard hunter of all time. Only on rare occasions does he fail to bring home a large live island lizard to slay for the two of us on the staircase inside our home. What a provider! If only he would keep the blasted lizards outside so there would be no reptile guts to clean up after. Yeah. Sometimes the lizards are so big that even the female gets a good portion before leaving me leftovers.
The little female, which I haven’t been able to draw yet, is a cute little thing. (We adopted her from the veterinary clinic when my beloved Shadow died of pancreatic failure. Mistress Weatherwax was about to lose her little six-week life. We couldn’t allow such a sweet kitten to die on the same day I lost my best friend.) She’s a few months older than Colbert who joined our household two months after her, but she looks younger, delicate, and somewhat petite. She’s a bit rounded, but light as a feather. Colbert is sleek and long, solid muscle, and surprisingly heavy for his size. Looks can be deceiving.
Colbert may be the Big Game hunter, but his little lady prefers the smaller, far quicker prey. She may single-handedly be keeping the varmint population in our community in check. She’s also not intimidated by the older, more established cats in the community, even when they are twice her size. Colbert has no problem with these other cats, either, but he seems to take the attitude that no fight is better than any fight. She, on the other hand, chases those other cats to the surrounding community wall or into the lagoon, depending on their choice of direction.
Together, my two cats make a pretty dynamic duo.
One day, I hope to be able to capture Mistress Weatherwax in a drawing, too. But it will be a while. Her schedule is very full.