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
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
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.
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
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!
Words mean things!
It’s that time of year again, and this is a public service announcement: MEASUREMENTS are when we measure your body. You come wearing your own clothes, ideally not a skirt, … Continue reading
Neurotic Owl 