Rambo was the first cat who was “my cat,” as opposed to the “family cat.” And because I was a very strange 12 year old girl, I named him Rambo. Sadly, it fit. He was occasionally violently aggressive. He’s been gone since 1989 and I still wear scars!
I didn’t have one photo that I liked both his head and body, so I combined a couple, and put him on a fancy Eastlake style Victorian chair. Painted in 2005. Oil on canvas, 12×16.