In the What do Cats See series.
I’ve been playing with brushes in Procreate, and indulging my writers block, by just make a mark, any mark and see what happens mode, also. So there will be a string of unusual images over the next weeks.
Miss fuzzy cat. Every once in a while I look out for a new way to render her magnificent shagginess.
The dining room table was cleared for a day or so. And we haven’t napped there yet. So it must be done.
That Tom! I know he’s out here!
It’s like a condo timeshare.
Four cats. One box lid.
Okay. I think I got it. A number of other in-process, well, maybe they were done, but, oh, I don’t know versions are viewable at samupressart Tumblr. All in various stages of goodness. But I think this one balances all the tricks quite nicely.
I feel better. I took my meds. And that other stray Tom is out there to beat up. So you have to let me outside. Oh, wait it’s raining. Crap. I guess I’ll stay in and bother you. Until I forget that its raining.
A long-haired queen tuxedo cat, born in a window well, she always looks maniacally alert because she thinks everything is going to eat her. Domesticated enough that she has a home to shed in.