Sometimes a picture comes by accident. This one started as Miranda and Winnie— in her Mini-Winnie days— curled up in their roll-a-nest. This left a visual gap in the other corner of the painting... so what could be more natural than to show what was on their little rattie minds as they slept?
(What, you ask, is the significance of the #3? Well, sometimes I discover too late that I’ve used a title before. I have several paintings of cats curled up dreaming of fish, and birds, and rodents, and similar good stuff.)