Extreme Napping. I thought about illustrating my furballs in extreme sports or extreme temperatures, but then decided to draw them doing what they do best.
Cool cats playing the blues. A quick one for this friday, off to the airport to pick-up the hubby after a long trip away which had us singing the blues.
Okay, well this is really the wedding night....in addition to the wedding night I'm also including the illustration I did for my wedding many moons ago.
As our kitty sits on the beach reading the "ABC's of Dog Training," our first outing to the shore reveals that our new labrador retriever is afraid of the water. Kitten and dog are getting along well, détente is better than devouring.
My kitty is very worried because our recent visitors left their dog behind. Little does she realize he's here to stay, we just adopted him from a lab rescue group, Labradors and Friends, woof.
I'm missing the east coast — my friends, 90 degree "it's not the heat, it's the humidity," rats the size of small dogs, rowing on the potomac, wearing black tights, rushing around on high octane coffee and watching college football in the afternoon not at breakfast (beer makes my fruit-loops soggy.)
They danced by the light of the moon,the moon,the moon, they danced by the light of the moon. Here is my kitty à la owl and pussycat with un lapin sur la lune. (I'm a little cat-a-tonic after our move, could use a nice gin-n-tonic.)
One of the many, many nicknames we have for our cat is Anne Boleyn. So named for the way she likes to sleep with her neck stretched way out over the arm of a chair. So here she is dressed as her nickname sake.
One of my fav-o-rite poems is The Raven which is what we named one of our kitties, who came a rap-tap-tapping at our bedroom door one cold day in October fifteen years ago when we were living on Capitol Hill. The Rave unfortunately passed into the great literary cat society in the sky a year ago. Her fav-o-rite foods were pizza, cream cheese and cheese doodles (ummm crunchy cheese.) I get all misty whenever we have pizza (which we had last night) and can't even look at cream cheese. So here is my Raven poe'm from dear old Edgar.
Well we have to move again. If I didn't know any better I would think we were in the witness protection program or more likely, running from the law. Such is life in the navy, at least we get to stay on the island.
A very dandy lion amongst the dandelions. Here's a quick doodle of my flower child. She's no peacenik, her inner warrior always emerges when surrounded by enemy toy mice.
It's my birthday and I'll draw if I want to! Since it was my birthday on illustration friday I decided to draw a birthday suit, but due to the festivities I did not get a chance to post until today.
All signs point to yes. That's my magic eightball prediction for this lucky friday. My kitty says, Ne reveillez pas le chat qui dort! (translation: go away you annoying girl I'm trying to sleep)