During the summer I came across some battered brown leather books underneath my parents' bed and subsequently spent half an hour poring over the hundreds of tiny illustrations I found within.
My dad identified then as having belonged to his father, a grandpa I was never able to meet, and yet through his sketch books I feel I was able to capture a glimpse as to who he may have been and how he perceived the world. Some of the things that particularly drew my attention were how similar his illustration style and sense of visual humour are to those of my own dad and how he, too, must have found cats deeply comical. The 1920s and 1930s references are also quite charming, such as the little bobs and cloche hats that feature in some of the drawings.
One for cat lovers all over the world:
