Neurotic Owl

flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread

Can’t move, cat on lap.

  When you reeeeally want to turn off the TV and go to sleep, but you’re TRAPPED.  I think I never published this one?  I drew it ages ago – … Continue reading

August 27, 2016 · Leave a comment

Sports! With the sportsing and such.

I am not so much with the sportsing, as I think we have noticed, and my following of the Olympics happens only when there is figure skating.  You’d think I’d … Continue reading

August 25, 2016 · Leave a comment

Wider! I can still fit through doors!

August 23, 2016 · Leave a comment

He knows something of a woman in a man’s profession. . .

August 20, 2016 · Leave a comment

Who’s the owl with all the class, stripy pants on feathery ass?

SHAFT.  Feather shaft.   Excuse me, I’m going to have to fire myself from the internet now.

August 17, 2016 · Leave a comment

He’s, like, totally tubular.

Speaking of tubular, Mooch grows ever Maine Coon-ier, including a chunky little barrel of a body that would roll really well if he weren’t so squirmy.  Also, I’m having to … Continue reading

August 10, 2016 · Leave a comment

Maybe you didn’t know that you needed to see an owl in a bertha collar today, but you totally did.

Tassels and bows, tassels and bows, I love drawing tassels and bows!

August 5, 2016 · Leave a comment
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