‘’Picasso, Modigliani and the others...''

Episode one.

Here is the following tale from Ginger Cat Charlie.

Hello, glorious buddy!

Ginger cat Charlie has arrived.

I'm glad to see you again, and I have some fresh observations from last week.

Regarding the comments in the last blog, I want to thank everyone who responded.

You should know how much I adore reclining on my host's table, mainly when he works on his laptop.

Everything was typical today: He worked while I lay by his laptop, staring at a canvas art reproduction of a tiny woman fighting to stay on the ball while a large person sat on a giant cube and observed her.

I also saw some individuals in this artwork, a dog and a horse, on the hills far behind them. 

My lovely host started telling me about the history of creating this "Girl on the Ball," the mind-blowing Pablo Picasso, the City of Paris at the turn of the century, the remarkable Gertrude Stein, the terrific oil painting on canvas by Amadeo Modigliani, the mesmerizing Henri Matisse, and others, but I lost track of who else.

How can a little ginger cat hear and absorb these stories?  Brrr.

 But, of course, I listened with an intelligent muzzle before jumping off the table. After that, I chewed on my excellent nuts and fell asleep. 

Then, in my unfathomable dream, I reappeared in Paris in 1906, at 27 rue de Fleuand. I sat in a window that reached almost to the cobblestone pavement. 

A large grey cat sat at the window sill and nodded at me to come in. I didn't hesitate and entered the home with a group of well-dressed, ecstatic, laughing individuals.

''Pablo, finally you are here!'' shouted a beautiful lady holding a long, thin cigarette and smiling brightly at one of them.

 ''How are you doing today? My lovely!''

 Someone grabbed me and dragged me to the other side, saying, "Let's not annoy them. We'll be sitting together on the ledge. "I have comfortable pillows there, you see." Oh, that was the same grey local cat. 

He positioned himself as an essential person.

 "I am Charles, and I reside here with my lovely hostess, Madam Gertrude Stein," he said. 

She is an American writer and art collector who runs a salon in Paris and enjoys living there. 

 I also had to pretend I wasn't a street cat and sat on the pillows with dignity. However, I fell asleep because I was so exhausted, and the pillows were very comfortable.

My apologies, but I will see you again soon...