Is Theo a Van Gogh Fanboy?

 Starry starry night . . . those famous words from Don McLean's iconic song dedicated to Vincent Van Gogh that was so popular years ago. Who doesn't know the name Vincent Van Gogh? Who hasn't heard the tragic story of his life? Who hasn't seen at least one of his paintings in a book or magazine?

Dan and I know we're going to spend the day in Amsterdam. I'm determined to visit the Van Gogh museum. We get tickets months in advance. We arrive early and wait in line. 

Theo, the gangster cat, who is what he describes as being dragged along, knows enough not to mutter a meow. He's no dummy. He knows I'm obsessed with Van Gogh. 

Has Dan bribed him with unlimited snacks? Or does he realize that this is no ordinary museum? Floors and floors of Van Gogh's paintings that you can see close up and eye to eye. They're vibrant and beautiful. He painted with a unique style with a talent few possess. 

I have to literally restrain myself from taking a photo of every painting--the ugly and the sublime. 

Here is the self portrait of Van Gogh (when--I think--he still had two ears although it's hard to tell):

And now his paintings. I love this first one. It shows a working woman in the fields, one of his favorite subjects--to show people the way they really looked, not all glamorous:

And, of course, here is the painting affectionately called the "potato eaters."

This one captures the sea, the boats, the dock . . . the sky. 

I call these the trees paintings . . . all abloom in the springtime. 

This painting is one of my favorites. I have a print hanging in my guest room--the rolling sea, signed boldly in red paint in the corner.

And, last but not least, Van Gogh's sunflowers. I must have stood there for half an hour staring at it, hardly believing the painting I'd seen for years in magazines and books was on the wall in front of me. 

Theo's not amused. I can almost hear him thinking--what's the big deal? Paintings hanging on a wall. 

But, he doesn't object when I buy the print of the angry sea. He says nothing when I frame it and hang it on our wall in the guest room. And then later, after we've been home for a while, I catch him sitting on the bed, staring at it.

And who says a cat can't acquire culture? Could he be a Van Gogh fan boy??