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I smell therefore I eat it.

No, please don’t, look before we eat Bonnie.

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Gandog.

She wears it well.

I suppose Evie is right. Technically it is on her body, therefore she is wearing her coat.

I am not happy.

Autumn.

Yeah it’s autumn. I give up. Heater’s on chasing all chills out of my studio. Dog is in heaven. Don’t like Autumn much, back to school misery and school runs turn me into a right grumpy cow.
But for now, Northern Soul is blasting, sketchbook is open, tea is steaming and my head is elsewhere.

Portraits.

Time we had an update on these lot.

Toys.

Our new puss has quite a penchant for little toys. She has already amassed an impressive collection of little fabric mice, stars and patchwork, catnip hearts.

They are stored in a little plastic tub every night and every night, when everyone is asleep, Renee starts her fun.

One by one, each little toy is carefully removed and starts it’s journey through the kitchen, into the lounge and up the stairs…so that in the morning we are greeted by a scattering of little soggy presents on the landing.

Even Bonnie is not forgotten, she normally gets a nice feather in her water bowl

And so, every morning, I bring down the little collection back to its box so Renee can do it all again.

Arnie. A lifetime in my sketchbook.

Here is a life lived in washing piles and fluffy toys. A life that padded out gently last week but never ever will be forgotten. I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoyed drawing them. Break the internet with cat drawings and purry love.

My crown slipped.

Day ten of Inktober.
My crown slipped

Cat on the side.

Day seven of Inktober.
Cat

You can’t scare me.

Day 4 of Inktober. I have a unicorn, you can’t scare me so neh.
You can't scare me

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