Bad Cat

Here's 13yo me drawing my days away. I've been thinking back lately and I remembered this little wooden tabletop we used to have for some reason that I would rest on an armchair and draw late into the night making all the silly faces my characters would make on paper.

This setup was incredibly comfortable back then and it is the reason why I'm still sitting cross-legged all the time, the only difference is that now my knees hurt haha

But then there was my cat, Ricky, whom mom never sterilized, so he used to mark his territory a lot. I think I stopped using my favorite spot when Ricky marked it all over and claimed it as his own.