I've already told the tale of the Picasso/Hemingway Cat in an earlier post. And as much as I like repeating my stories I won't here and leave it to those who are in need to catch up to speed by redirecting you to to the earlier part of the story.
http://thegalleryonthefridgedoor.blogspot.com/2015/08/i-want-to-go-to-heaven.html
But as that was only half the story I will continue here.
Apparently, more than a few years back the cat was stolen with the idea of returning for a reward. Yoko and I discussed how simple this would of been as after the guided tour, you are encouraged to examine to grounds at one's own pace. When I first saw the cat, some 28 years ago, it sat on a shelf of a curio case in the living room of the house. Somewhere along the way, they moved it to a more prominent position in the bedroom. It was from there, while on a tour, that one Robert Joseph Naughton lifted the Picasso. Using several aliases Naughton attempted to collect the reward, but this failed. When caught, Naughton revealed that his next plan was to try and sell it for a lower price ... or give the cat to his mother as a Christmas present.
The cat ... or should I say ... a replica is back in Hemingway's bedroom behind glass staring at all the tourists passing by. It was good to say hi to an old friend ... or at least ... his cousin.
While this is not related I thought I would add a picture I took at Key West, at the Audubon House. It was taken with my cell phone but came out pretty nice, if I do say so myself. I like the way the light plays off the water and the abstractness.
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