I painted this for my sweet teaching gig at Wine & Palette, here in Okc. I definitely absorbed as much Van Gough as I could when I was an avid oil painter in my twenties, but I feel like that cat represents my inner foodie, the selfish part that wants a perfect burger to exist in Okc, but instead finds himself dressed up in a fish suit, again, forced to eat Fancy Feast or ice cream shared off the spoon of a crying, lonely middle aged woman in pajamas. Not that there’s anything wrong with pajamas, ice cream, or middle aged women without cats. I guess I’m just saying that neither should involve a fish suit. Or don’t trust a fish burger. Whichever means more to you. Just please, someone in Oklahoma City metro make a burger that doesn’t taste like a crazy cat lady made it.