As Doodles often do, the Cat-Doodles crept up on me, pouncing unexpectedly. It was a maddeningly slow afternoon at my day-job. A freakishly hypnotic winter storm raged outside the two-story showroom windows. I’d done everything I could do, including finishing a couple of projects on the back burner and cleaning out my desk, but there were hours remaining in the workday. I was starting to feel anxious – not being the type who enjoys twiddling thumbs.
Suddenly, my pen was in my hand, and I was scratching away at a nearby piece of paper. A Doodle was being born! He started off as just a sly eye and a few zig-zaggy eyebrow hairs, but soon took over the page as a full-blown Wizard Cat. Immediately, he demanded to be cloaked in a robe, covered with lightning strikes and sunbursts. A tower of mysterious tomes, be-ribboned bookmarks hanging out like thirsty tongues, grew tall behind him. An other-worldly creature’s skull, and a chunk of rock sprouting raw crystals, completed his story.
There soon-after followed a variety of others (a Cat Burglar, a Scout, a Queen-Mother Cat & her Kittens, a Cat singing to the Moon) until one day I realized – say, I almost have enough here for a Coloring Book! There were 8 black and white Fantasy Cat drawings, but I like to have 12-15 pages in a book. Of course, as soon as I started thinking I had to do more, they all slipped away, slinking back into the shadows from whence they came. Occasionally I tried to call them forth, but (cat-like) they refused to come, and the resulting drawings had no life, no story. I put the pages away.
And then, yesterday, there came another slow day. Once again, I had exhausted my list of things to do when suddenly, pen in hand, a horse emerged on a nearby sheet of paper. As she manifested, her head turned to the side and back, as if she were nodding to a companion – but who? And then, I knew. It was to be a cat; a Noble Cat, for a Noble Steed. Soon, the cat appeared, with a bit of a turned-up nose and a little jewel under her chin to clasp her flowing cloak, as she rode effortlessly on the horse’s back. Lush exotic grass sprang up and a little breeze, carrying dancing leaves, arrived to finish their story.
And then there were 9!