"Cats" by Karl Schmidt-Rottluff

The cat stands on the edge, neck curved up like that of a hissing snake. Milky, round eyes stare out from a diminished head. Black shadow falls across the creature's back in the shape of a wing with feathered texture across the edge. Is this cat or chimera, feline or sphinx?

A whisper of a figure in the background is muzzled by the upright companion's aggressive stance. A passive state of mind comes across with ears and eyes cast down and the hatch-marks across the head and back like so much background debris.

The house cat at rest seems a domesticated loaf, but in the right moment, under the right lighting, we see that within all tamed beasts, wild seed can still germinate.