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
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
In which I am a mean kitty mom.
Charlie is staying on the steroids for at least two more months, so not only is he a prisoner in my home with no yard priveleges, he’s also being held … Continue reading
Charlie’s sitting with his back to me staring fixedly into the closet, and I’m pretty sure it’s a message.
Ye cat-dosing fun continueth.
Of cat pills and such.
So Charlie does not have bladder cancer (YAY!), and his kidneys are fine. He does have a thicker intestine than he should, which is apparently a possible reason he’s not … Continue reading
Sunrise, sunset, my kitten is dumb!
Remember that wee little kitten I adopted? Remember how he’s turned into a MOTHERFUCKING GIANT? Remember how he likes to try to strangle himself with plastic bags? Here he is … Continue reading
I’m not done, I swear!
In retrospect, that was a bad way to title my last post for a week and a half. Except, of course, that I didn’t KNOW I was about to disappear … Continue reading
I made a thing and now I am DONE.
This is from a Simplicity pattern and ha! Ha I say! I am an experienced stitcher lady who balks at neither corset nor chiffon, and this bitch made me weep … Continue reading
I do doodle.
I’m not sure if I should always be given a pencil and paper during meetings which only partially involve me, or never. I am an inveterate doodler at the best … Continue reading
Fear the wrath of Captain Floofy!
Mooch does this thing I can’t seem to catch with a camera in my hand, where he rears up on his hind legs with his front legs stretched out and … Continue reading
Neurotic Owl 