shaky

The ill-conceived attempt by Alawicious to make new friends, was further complicated by his lack of quality materials.

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The Illustration Friday theme for this week is “shaky.”

Some of you might remember this little guy from the “Pretend” theme back in November. Yep, I’m once again relying on an older post to fill the time void I’m experiencing of late. But I thought perhaps mine and Alawicious’ shaky attempt at winning you over might work well with this weeks theme.

Am I so wrong?

poise, thy name is Ignatz

ODE TO IGNATZ (Iggy)

With snowy white fur,
and a deafening purr,
her toes are like a pink pearl erasers.

My Ignatz is shy,
but you cannot deny,
she’s the great lizard hunter and chaser.

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This kitty-ballerina image came to mind a last year while staring at my kitty, Iggy’s feets. I studied admiringly, her pristeen white fur and pink toes, bringing to mind the white tights and pink shoes of a prima ballerina. That along with an almost preternatural grace she’s been known to exhibit, while padding, almost toe dancing across the fireplace mantle. She lithely slinks along this 3 inch wide path, past tons of chachkis and photos, with nary an item being knocked over.

The girl’s got mad grace-skills!

Of course, when I have to rescue a terrified, de-tailed lizard from under our bed, one of many she proudly trots into the house, the ballerina image dissipates rapidly. –Sigh.

Click to get better look at Iggy’s feets!

Hey! This might be my very first post to Illustration Friday… on Friday!!!! WeeEeeeEEE! Ok, ok, I know, it’s because this is a repost. But I think you’ll agree it’s a good fit for “Poise” and I did punch up the rhyme and reworded the whole thing a bit. That counts, right?

Catpid

THE INTREPID CATPID

This little feline seraph is my entry in Dot at Dabbled’s Anti V-Day Contest. The idea is to do something a little darker or creepier than the usual Valentine’s Day fare. Where my little friend here lacks in darkness and creepiness, he more than makes up for in sheer convenience, as he was already created last year. I added a bit of blood in hopes that one of the judges might find it kind of dark… Creepy maybe… if you squint? 

Alright, I’m tryin’ over here!

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Check out Dabbled too, if you get a chance. It’s a wonderful place to visit!

time

IN A RACE AGAINST TIME

Murgatroid soon realized his race against Time was futile. What he did not realize, however, was that Time had, just that morning, tested positive for steroids.

out on a limb

No, I’m not speaking of Shirley MacLaine’s New Age novel from the 80’s.

Nope, not talking about risk taking.

In fact, I believe “hanging by a thread” might be a more appropriate term, (if you’ll allow me to be a bit melodramatic.) To put it in more realistic and simple terms, I’ve been procrastinating this whole weekend and am now scrambling to get all my illustration work done, including this here post. Trying to get it all done before getting back to the old day job tomorrow morning.

It’s all just part of my flawed ability to manage time.

However, everything tends to come together nicely in the end, with little or no injury and my sanity somewhat intact. In fact, I seem to do my best under pressure of looming deadlines. So really, no complaints, just a little kitty hanging on a limb, bearing an expression that mimics mine at the moment.

I’m going to resist telling you that I’m “hanging in there”, but really, we’ll both be fine. Like all felines, he’ll land on his feet, and I’m pretty sure I will as well.

balloon

HANG SIX

Tinkerbell’s habitual tardiness
was beginning to put a damper
on her hot air ballooning.

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The Illustration Friday theme this week is “Balloon.”

pretend

The ill-conceived attempt by Alawicious to make new friends, was further complicated by his lack of quality materials.

The Illustration Friday theme for this week is “Pretend.”

hula kitty

The Illustration Friday theme this week is “Island,” and of course, the first thing that pops into my head when I here the word island are all the stories I’ve heard of the mythical hula kitty and her ukulele accompanying mouse Ray… living on an island in the Milken Sea.

Right… am I lyin’? Tell me that’s not the first thing that pops into your head.

kitty conundrum – or Purry Harry

 

I know what you’re thinking. “Did kitty roll over so I can rub his belly or is he lulling me into a false sense of security, so he can shred my arm?” Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I kind of lost track myself. But being as these are cat claws, the sharpest claws in the world, and would have you pulling back a bloody stump, you’ve got to ask yourself a question:

Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?

memories

Sometimes I wonder what role, if any, I’ve played in other people’s memories? Perhaps if I had considered this sooner, I would have behaved a bit better… or… not.

a runcible spoon?

So I was sitting around sketching at lunch and “The Owl and the Pussycat” just popped onto the page. Only problem is, I got them mixed up. The Owl is supposed to be the one playing guitar. Oh, well, I imagine after more than a century, the kitty would like get some licks in.

Get it… licks… guitar licks… and kitties lick themselves?

Yeah, fine, whatever, I’m going to bed.

THE OWL AND THE PUSSYCAT
by Edward Lear

The Owl and the Pussycat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.

The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
“O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are, you are, you are,
What a beautiful Pussy you are.”

Brillante!

… oh… ahem… yes, hello! You might remember me, my name is Joey. I’ve been asked by my lazy lovely human to say a few words. Actually, I don’t know why she’s getting all this attention, when clearly it is I who deserves all of it.

But I digress.

Yeah, so

hoard

Ignatz and Spooky were shocked to find out the real reason behind Joey’s ample girth.

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The theme for this week’s Illustration Friday is “Hoard.”

a day in the life

I’ve procrastinated long enough! My dear friends Alicia from My Place Over the Hill and Colleen from The Frog Blog both tagged me for the “Day in the Life” meme. It was great fun reading theirs. Now I hope I can live up to the challenge. This is what a typical week day is like for me. Join me, won’t you?

5:30-6:00am
I not only set my clock 15 minutes ahead to “fool” myself, I also set the alarm for 5:30 so I can continuously hit the snooze, and again, “fool” myself that I’m cheating time somehow. The cacophony that ensues: Brrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaangggg, smack, @#%*! Brrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaangggg, smack, @#%*! goes on for about 30 minutes. Finally, however, there is one thing that finally gets my hiney out of bed. It comes in the form of a little black paw, batting gently at my nose, with just a hint of claw. Just a hint mind you. Right about this time, coming from a different direction, a furry white head starts butting the side of my chin and cheek, ever so insistently. So it’s the batting, the butting and eventual wet nose sniffing around my ear area that eventually wakes me up.

As my eyes slowly open,

joey to the world

A rough little sketch, inspired by my chubby… (I mean, big boned) black kitty, Joey.

When puttering around the house, I choose my steps carefully and move around gingerly, because stepping on a tail or little black paw, is a very real danger. As well as tripping over this immovable mass of cat and breaking my fool neck.

As I perform my morning ritual of face washing, teeth brushing, etc., my movement is often severely hampered by Joey, wrapped lovingly around my feet. While I wash the dishes and make salads for Tom and I to bring to work, there he is, once again, at my feet, this time rolling around on his back, attempting to allure me into scratching his ample belly.

Walking around the outside world, sans the furry, black shackle, can often feel like a shock to my system. But honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Joey is my best buddy and besides, walking around freely is so overrated.