I think the cat’s decided to lay her spawn under this steampunk fortress. She was shouting something about airships and goggles here, but I wrote it off to some kind of mania.

I read somewhere that pregnant cats seek out a nest before the birth. I figured I’d help out Tabby/amuse myself and construct her this fabulous shelter/cover her in grass.

This cat’s all preggers. Fuck me, I need to stop posting about cats and get back to basics, and by basics I mean beetles.

That cat my sister brought back ran away or something. And after I went to all the effort of making a bunch of ‘Lost Cat’ posters! I tried to make the drawing of the cat as creepy as possible to deter people who just wanted a free cat.

My sister came home (quite possibly drunk) last night at around 2 am-ish and brought this stolen cat with her. And called it Kevin, which is quite possibly the worst name for a cat I’ve ever heard. She won’t put it out and seems pretty intent on keeping it which I disagree with because KEVIN IS NOT A CAT’S NAME. IT’S NOT.

Not a particularly well focused or framed shot, but a picture of Dandy is too cute to pass up. Plus here you can totally see his weirdly furry non-eye space (he’s only got the one).