After lunch, I take Freya to our Cat Collective. It’s in a building behind the Town Hall, although humans can’t see it. They can’t see any of our cat activities, of course. The Cat Collective is a venue for cat artists of all sorts including cat musicians, actors, visual artists and cat writers, so as an active blogger and poet and a musician I am a member.
The cat gallery manager, an imposing ginger tom with large green eyes called Spike, shows Freya a delightful studio space she can use as an honoured visitor to the City. They provide an easel and a well-lit space for her to work on her paintings.
Freya shows Spike her portfolio of recent drawings and some work she has brought from South Africa and he is most impressed at the liveliness and creativity of her work.
He takes her to speak to Jeremy, the Cat Collective Organiser, a serious looking Devon Rex cat, who looks through Freya’s work and then tells Freya that there is space left in an exhibition they have scheduled shortly. One of their regular members, who usually exhibited a large number of her paintings and drawings had to move interstate with her humans and had taken all her art work with her when she left. She was a big loss to the collective and they would be happy if Freya would exhibit in her place.
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