It’s incredibly good being my cat, just ask Frankie. In fact I believe if word got out, I would have all the cats of the street clawing at my front door.
You don’t believe me? If you’re my cat, and you look too cute curled up on my drawing chair, I’ll draw standing up so you can stay there. So much so that I am now so used to drawing standing up I prefer it (so much for the expensive and ergonomic fancy chair). Furthermore I have the heating up so high it’s perpetually like Darwin in my house, and I even think it’s funny when you stick your paw out to try and trip me over. Need I go on?
Oh yes, and you have your portrait drawn constantly. These sketches are from my 60-second breaks during a marathon-style drawing deadline this weekend. Notice please – Frankie does not move from the sleeping position. It’s really good to be Frankie.