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!
Can someone please get current goths into this? I would appreciate it.
Weekly thingy, now with 30% more sadface! (But also some happyface, where are you going?)
I am not in general looking for a meal ticket, but if anyone would like to find me a man who is charming and handsome and loves a chubby … Continue reading
Hi again.
I’m still in a pretty rough place mourning my Charlie. I go back and forth between numb and weepy, and every time I catch movement out of the corner of … Continue reading
A little spot of silliness.
I’ve felt weird about posting cartoons the last few days, but I also think maybe we need a little moment away from sadness and horror and outrage before we burn … Continue reading
Step two: Utility belt of useful utility!
Remember when I said I needed to find fabric to make a utility belt? Hahahahahahaha duct tape, bitches. It is fabulous. Anyway, forgive the slightly crumply pouches, that’s what happens … Continue reading
Dolls, dolls, dolls.
I didn’t buy this one, so she doesn’t count against the ‘I don’t collect dolls’ tally! Or, actually, I did buy her, but back in 1997 or so, so she’s … Continue reading
Neurotic Owl 