The Hairball.

And there it lay, cold on the ground. Like a recently deceased creature of the night, slain by the rays of the early morning sun. Glistening and motionless.
The feline gently stepped away from its creation. Denying all knowledge of its part in bringing this thing into brief being.
The humans would rise soon and would fail to see it’s beauty, its purpose to simply exist on the floor of their dwelling and would cast it with disgust, into the bin.
The biggest hairball in living history.
Posted on June 12, 2020, in Uncategorized and tagged cats, Drawing, Humour, Illustration, Pets, Sketchbook. Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.
Vita longa, ars brevis.
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Yeah right! I love this, since Picasso left me one too yesterday… suddenly… LOL
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It’s the season. But will Sparta Puss let me brush her??!!!
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Hahahahaha good luck with that!
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LOL! I love this so much!
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