Drawing from life involves patience, much patience, and a bit of luck. Our son and daughter-in-law have two beautiful Maine Coon cats, as well as a beautiful balcony that overlooks a wooded area and stream in their apartment in balmy North Carolina. One lovely morning, I sat, watching and sketching, while Gus spent his time catching bugs and admiring the woodland activity. In this sort of endeavor, I try to have three or so sketches going at one time. Over the years, I have found that beings of all kinds tend to return to comfortable postures time and time again. If one is lucky, extremely lucky, some sort of artful drawing results....and sometimes I prefer these small works to more calculated paintings and drawings. There is a freshness from errant lines and the searching of the pencil.