Oil on canvas – 15,15 x 18,15 inch – Unique work

I really had a terrible day at work. Traffic jams on my drive back home put an end to what was left of my patience and happy face. I’d kill for a glass of white wine, Chablis would be perfect, sitting in my confortable sofa and a cuddling Charly, my favorite ragdoll.Ninety minutes and nine miles later, I’ve finally reached my underground car park automatic front door. I pull out the remote control of my handbag, press nervously on the button once, twice, three times … The door won’t open. Awesome! I’m rescued, in the nick of time, by a car comig right behind mine and “Open Sesame! “. I definitely should change the battery of that damn thing that won’t work properly. I park my car. I cross the maze of endless underground corridors of level -2. I push in the specific key to call the lift and … Great! No answer, no sound, nothing, nothing absolutely nothing, complete dark. Other option? Turn back, and, thank to a wise and funny cross-chased invented by god knows who, I manage to find the stairs leading to the ground floor, finally another five floors to climb to get to my flat. And that’s precisely when I say to myself: “still, living on the first floor is not bad.”

I put my keys in the lock, slowly, determined to catch Charly in the middle of his daily exercice on the couch. I walk slowly down the corridor, calling his name and all of a sudden, my eye is caught by something. I can’t tell what in particular, but I turn my head towards the drawing-room looking at the floor. And, I scream, unintentional, piercing, scary. It sounds like my whole shitty day was coming out. On the floor, here and there, dozens, hundreds, thousands of pages of books torn, shredded, swallowed and vomited a step further. All the books in my library have been taken from the shelves, even the highest have been reached. My astonishment and my anger are at their worst when Charly enters the room sliping on a pile of pages from George Sand 19th century book.

What a possessed and cheeky cat !