I was going to draw tonight, but I didn’t complete anything. It’s the cat’s fault. He crawled into my lap, working his way much higher than usual, leaving no room for my clipboard and pencil. Then Molly joined him, and they squeezed their eyes shut in perfect kitty bliss, as if to say, “Drawing can wait. Enjoy your snuggles to the fullest.”
Everybody knows you can’t win against a cat. I had no choice but to submit to their mighty influence.
I’ve skipped some days of Inktober but I don’t care. Type B here. They say the type A plants the roses, the type B stops to smell them. In the same vein, it’s not about what you accomplish with the ink… it’s about sniffing it. *falls over*
Page 2 of On Time. See page 1 here.
Also, here’s a little thank you card I drew for a friend who gave us such a nice dinner I felt like we should be nice back.
We both have cats that eat our houseplants, so it seemed appropriate.
HAPPY MONDAY! ❤
I like my cats.
They’re soft and cute.
Their ears stick up.
Their tails stick up.
They don’t make a ruckus.
They follow me quietly.
They balance grace on their shoulders.
Their eyes are cautious yellow topaz.
When they lick yogurt off my finger
They are delicate, gentle
Careful with their claws and teeth
And they purrrrr