Is a 18-month old rescue cat named Gladys. I don’t know too much about her background from foster lady, but she will happily lie on my bed sleeping all night, but as soon as I get out of bed in the morning, she bolts out of the room. Clearly not a lover of legs and feet. We are slowly getting to know one another. The first three days she hid in a dark corner – no food, no water. This was a small painting, about 15cm square, after she attempted to be part of a still life work. Maybe she will appear again in a painting..?