The paintings and cats in the game
Painting 6 – The Writer – BIANCA
Bianca is the true star, the one responsible for the entire family of musician cats… she is the four siblings’ great-grandmother. She is a snob through and through: elegant, ladylike, with a look straight off a Milan catwalk. In painting 6 she walks like a queen and has the divine habit of parading right over the writer’s work, as if to say: “I’m the star here, darling.”
Nosy by nature, she always has to know everything. Yet she shares a deep bond with the writer, the kind that lasts longer than any photograph.
One day, tragedy strikes: the artist sees a car run over a cat identical to Bianca. Heartbroken, he picks her up, buries her beside the tree at home and prepares to deliver the saddest news imaginable. But when he walks inside… ta-da! Bianca greets him, bright as ever, as though nothing has happened. It wasn’t her! It was a feline double roaming the neighbourhood. What a relief, what a miracle, what a muddle!
In truth, the great Bianca never fell victim to a tragic accident. Like the diva she is, she waited for her moment and bid farewell to the world on her own terms: dying of old age, dignified and ladylike.
Painting 8 – The Twins – RENATO
Renato had a rough start in life: rejected by his mother and falling off the roof on his very first day. His story might have ended sadly… were it not for the artist. He picked him up, bottle-fed him and cared for him until he became a true survivor. You could say he did more than save him: he gave him a second chance to become himself.
And Renato made the most of it. With his bass guitar and his voice, he earned everyone’s respect, becoming the band’s leader alongside his brother Fiodor.
In painting 8 with the human twins, however, we see another side of him: they admire him and he lets himself be carried along, seeking out their shoulders and sharing the knowing look you only have with someone who has truly chosen you.. Perhaps he feels at home because they remind him of his identical brother, who died at birth.
Painting 3 – The Angel – FIODOR
He is a first-rate guitarist whose solos could make even Hendrix tremble (if Hendrix were a cat, of course). He also sings and shares the stage with his inseparable brother Renato: a duo that could raise the decibels on any rooftop!
His name is a literary tribute to none other than Dostoevsky. But don’t imagine Fiodor is a tragic, existentialist cat… he comes from the same litter as Renato, with an extra mischievous streak. He never falls off the roof (as if he had superpowers) and, unlike his brother, he found a way to lap up his mother’s milk.
He has a mind of his own: he appears when it suits him, when he wants food or affection, then ignores everything and sleeps for hours in some secret corner.
But when the triangle rings out (the Angel’s favourite instrument), as seen in painting 3, Fiodor is not at all happy. Sick of all that ‘cling, cling, cling’, he shoots off in search of the peace and quiet of his own feline universe.
Painting 7 – The Bricklayer – ÀGATA
Àgata is the only female among the four siblings, and she has drummed her way into the spotlight. Skilled and energetic, she gets everyone dancing to her beat. She and her brother Renato are an unstoppable duo: he lays down the bass line and she answers with surgical precision.
Her cement-grey coat makes her invisible in certain settings, especially when she blends into a building site. In painting 7 we see the bricklayer who already knows her: every morning he leaves her a piece of his sandwich, thinking she is a mysterious apparition among the sacks and rubble. Naturally, she collects it like a rock diva: takes a bite, gives him a superior look and disappears. The poor bricklayer still swears there is a ‘ghost cat’ at work.
When Àgata picks up her drumsticks, nobody can ignore her… except the bricklayer, who still cannot decide whether she is real or just a trick of the cement dust.
Painting 4 – The Swimmer – BORIS
He says he plays in the band too… but the truth is he is there on the family ticket: they couldn’t leave him out. When needed, he sings backing vocals and strums a handful of chords that won’t go down in history, but make it look as though he is putting his soul into it.
His absolute idol is Fiodor: he admires him, copies him and practically follows him around like a feline fanboy. He is his role model, even though the artistic distance between them is greater than the garden swimming pool.
His relationship with humans is… let’s call it ‘flat’: neither warm nor cold, mostly indifferent. So when, in painting 4 he wanders past the pool and meets the swimmer, they glance sideways at each other with all the passion of two stones. Their mutual indifference is so profound it is almost artistic.
Painting 10 – The Firefighter – LOLA
Lola has nothing to do with the four siblings’ band. She is a cat with her own timetable and no reason to hurry. She sleeps peacefully in the henhouse, pretending to rest while keeping an iron grip on every mouse in the territory. A discreet but efficient guardian.
In Painting 10, we find her on one of her usual adventures: she has climbed onto a terrace and is surveying the world from above with that proud, serene expression only cats can manage. An alarmed neighbour calls the fire brigade, thinking she is trapped. The firefighter arrives, as shown in painting 10, ready to be a hero… but Lola has already decided he is the real intruder. She turns tail and goes about her business, leaving him holding his ladder and looking thoroughly dejected.
Because Lola has no masters and no limits. She is queen of the henhouse, the terrace and wherever else she chooses to stretch out. A free, proud feline who will always do… exactly as she pleases.
Painting 2 – The Banker – BOWIE
His name is no coincidence: he has one eye of each colour, like the legendary David Bowie. But watch out, because this feline doesn’t sing glam rock, he parades with a slow, solemn elegance and a leisurely pace that could test even an hourglass’s patience.
He is a distinguished, proud cat with an expression that says: ‘Watch out for me. I know more than you think.’ He stares you down like a banker facing an insolvent client, and when he spots the Cheater, he fixes him with a suspicious glare… without losing an ounce of class.
In Painting 2, we find him in an explosive combination: teaming up with two swindlers, the Banker and the Cheater. They make a peculiar trio, bound by mystery and that knowing sense of ‘I know what you know, and we’d better keep it to ourselves’. The three support one another like a secret gang plotting some feline mischief.
Painting 5 – The Astronaut – TONA
Tona is no ordinary cat: she belongs to the artist’s mother. And look closely, because in Painting 5 we find her having a truly… cosmic experience! She is floating through space like a NASA astronaut with whiskers.
Her companion on this stellar adventure is a good friend of the artist’s mother: a businessman with deep pockets and the ability to make dreams come true. But he never travels alone: Tona is his companion, his stellar accomplice and, above all, his four-legged muse.
Up there among planets and constellations, Tona drifts serenely, as though she were born to float. A scene that blends luxury, dreams and a little feline science fiction.
Painting 1 – Robin Tell – KELLY
Kelly has a tender heart and a compassionate eye for the vulnerable. In Painting 1 she watches the poor young man with the apple on his head sympathetically, while Robin Tell insists on practising his aim.
As we know, Robin Tell is a good man of the woods, noble and principled: he steals from the rich to give to the poor. All very heroic and honourable… except for one detail: his weakness for ratafia liqueur. And, as everyone knows, ratafia and a steady aim are not the best combination.
That is why, in the painting, the arrows fly more like drunken mosquitoes than accurate projectiles. But, much to Kelly’s relief, the boy’s head is still in one piece and the apple is still in place. Phew, what a relief!
Meanwhile, Kelly watches the whole scene with that mixture of tenderness and endless patience only cats possess when humans (or woodland heroes) behave foolishly.
Painting 9 – The Fortune Teller – NAMELESS
In Painting 9, things take on a magical, mysterious air. The Fortune Teller, a great friend of Renato and an expert in rituals that could make any crystal ball tremble, is summoning a very special spirit: the cat identical to Renato who, poor thing, died shortly after birth.
His life was so short there was no time to give him a name. So he became ‘Nameless’, a kind of silent legend within the litter.
Through her invocation, the Fortune Teller not only brings his presence into view but gives him a solemn, enigmatic air, as though Nameless were an elegant ghost who wanders through corners only when called. He is neither tragic nor terrifying; more a tender reflection of what might have been.
His appearance, however fleeting, gives the painting a special aura, as though Nameless were reminding everyone that even the most short-lived cats leave their mark… even if they never get a name of their own.
Painting 11 – The Band – THE BAND
Painting 11 is the grand finale, the wildest and most festive scene: the four cat siblings, kings of feline rock, giving their all on the stage at their venue.
At that moment, the neighbours hear an immortal anthem ringing out: El ritmo del garaje, by Loquillo. The cats meow it at the tops of their lungs, proudly out of tune, turning the night into a true feline concert.
Their voices soar:
‘Any night, the cats in your alley
will howl this song at you:
Because I’ve got a rock ’n’ roll band!’
And so, with the song echoing across the rooftops, the Feline Band makes it clear that rock is not about technique but attitude. And these four siblings have plenty of that.
Together, they form a feline chronicle mixing music, magic, humour and a little madness. A kind of mural where every cat adds a voice, some in tune and others less so, but all with their own unique charisma.
When night falls and the full moon lights the rooftops, legend says you can still hear their concert: a collective cry from rebellious whiskers declaring to the world that rock ’n’ roll belongs to cats too.
