One of those days, I haven’t stopped and now it’s really late and I haven’t done a drawing to blog. So it’s going to be sketches of the cat again. Except she stopped cooperating and went off in a strop, so then poor Husb had to stand in for the cat and just as I finished drawing him, the cat came in again. Yeah thanks for that.
Drawn hastily with Faber Castell Pitt drawing pens sizes S and F into my A5 Tate Gallery sketchbook.
My vet calls her a naughty tortie. He’s right.
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What are ya gonna do when Husb has to use the litter box?
Follow him and draw him of course!!!! 😉
Those darn cats! They’re never helpful, especially when it’s needed. 🙂
Honestly! What a Prima Donna!