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.










