Securing the digital domain, and the furry doom spear.

First of all....Dydd Dewi Sant hapus pawb <Happy Saint David's day to all>. There that is about thirty percent of my Welsh vocabulary expended.
Today I have not been painting, I have been learning all about the wonderful world of digital copyrighting, and also  figuring out how to use layers in photoshop, so I can do the clever and professional "putting your name over the picture, discreetly, to stop people nicking your stuff" effect. Win! I was going to ask my friends nine year old daughter about such matters, as she is a wiz with digital art, although I have no idea about her knowledge of copyright law.

Me, as a judge. Or a bat in a wig.
Would a bat in a wig bite the head off of Ozzy Osbourne?

 Whilst taking a break earlier, I happened to espy the big  mackerel tabby, who I have named "Gargantua", sitting on the retaining wall in the garden. I crept out to the kitchen to admire this massive stripy wonder of the natural world, who was sunning himself, and looking round the garden in a vaguely proprietary manner.
        With the odd telepathic abilities of cats, he sensed my presence and slowly swung his head round <cue a grating noise, like two slabs of granite grinding against each other> to look at me. His eyes opened slightly wider, as he registered that I was 1. A stranger, and 2. Watching him. His eyes opened even wider, when, from below, Mystery exploded vertically towards him, like a sleek black rocket from hell, and speared him clean off the wall and several feet into the garden.
Mystery looked very smug.

The last thing many have seen.