Inktober: the endening.
Abrasively Cheerful Kitten hit puberty and went goth.
I’ve drawn Neurotic Owl in a giant puffer coat before, but is there such a thing as too many drawings of tiny owls in giant coats?
This is why dodgeball is the only sport I’m good at — my intense fear of the ball is counterproductive in all other sports, especially volleyball.
Also today I took yet another nearly identical photo of Mooch laid out on the ground like a giant prawn and thought, “There’s no point to this, I have so many pictures of this pose,” and then I remembered that my new phone has fancy photo drawing capabilities.
Neurotic Owl 