So, Walter’s done!  Check out the photo vs. painting below:

I completely underestimated the floor.  The floor took about two times as long as the cat. Although the floor is an integral part of Walter’s mystique…

Walter was rescued as a kitten from snowy rural Ontario and brought to Toronto to live in a typical Toronto dwelling – an old semi-detached Victorian, divided into apartments, one on each floor. These places, in my experience, always have a lot of “character.” This one is no exception! That 1970s elaborately patterned mustard/cream/brown tile floor, believe it or not, is one of Walter’s favourite toys in the house. Still, after 4 or 5 years in the same place, Walt regularly stalks and attacks the pattern in that floor. That’s right, the static floor he’s lived with/on for all of his adult life. What a strange cat…a perfect subject for a portrait, if you ask me! There’s mischief in those eyes.