The Cat and the King

In my middle twenties, by then a father of two and set on a career in industrial marketing I had this urge to paint. When everyone was in bed and all was quiet
I would get out my basic set of oil paints and brushes and my Daler boards and my library art books to copy the paintings of masters old and not so old. From Picasso and Braque and Matisse back through literally all the impressionists and some of the Dutch masters to the one above, by an Italian whose name I've lost in the mists of time...