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About
the Artist
I've
always loved drawing and painting. My high school physics notebook
is proof of that. There's nothing in there about gravity, relativity,
and other physic-sy stuff, but it was chock full of doodles and
caricatures of my teacher. He wasn't too impressed. Neither was
my mother when I got my report card. So naturally, when it was time
for college, I didn't get that physics scholarship, and majored
in art instead. I
have over 15 years experience as a profesional artist, working in
all mediums from oils and acrylics, to web design, to print work.
I grew
up in a large family where we always had pets, from the typical
dogs, cats, hamsters and fish, to goats, chickens and ducks. These
animals have brought such joy to my life that I want to be able
to bring happiness to other people who love their pets as much as
I do.
 I
came to the realization that I wanted to work with animals after
adopting a small stray feral cat found living under my back porch.
I spent weeks outside feeding her and talking to her, gaining her
trust before I was able to pet her, hold her, bring her into my
home, and get her much needed veterinary care. She's now my Gypsy:
a happy, content lap cat who's still timid around most people, but
follows me like a puppy. That little black ball of fluff changed
my life, inspiring me to leave my boring job as a web developer
to become a veterinary technician.
Along
the way, I brought home a tiny 6 week old kitten from an animal
shelter where I was temporarily working. I was only supposed to
be fostering her for two weeks, until she was old enough to be adopted.
But I made the mistake of naming her, and Gracie is now my morning
alarm clock. One of these days I have to teach that cat the concepts
of "weekend" and "sleeping in."
Rounding
out the family is Beavis, our one-eyed rescue Pekingese. The name
couldn't suit him better. The wild hair, the underbite with crooked
teeth, the nutty personality, the sound effects. Man, the sound
effects. That dog has a larger vocabulary than most people I know.
We
lost my beloved Sheba at 18 years of age to heart failure. Prior
to developing congestive heart failure, she acted like a kitten
well into her late teens, and could whap a catnip mouse clear across
the room. You know that "look" that moms give when the
kid is doing something wrong? Sheba mastered that look, and could
stop the younger cats dead in their tracks, even when they were
double, and almost triple, her size.
I currently
live in the Pocono mountain region of Pennsylvania with my husband,
Fritz, and our three "furkids."
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