Looks like kitty has had her Lucky Charms for breakfast 😀 I love the long legs and the solid body. Irish cookin’ will do that to ya! That and a wee bit of whiskey in the cup.
This is great, and I always love your wee kitty bums!
It actually reminds me of my dad’s cat, who leaves tiny, perfectly clean gall bladders on the doorstep. Either he doesn’t like the taste of them, or thinks it’s clever to have a calling card. Everything else is gone, but there’s always a gall bladder as evidence of his kills. And he gets everything: mice, moles, bunnies, frogs – he has even brought in a turtle egg from the nearby river. He’s a great cat, but his hunting habits are downright eerie. My sister and I always say that this cat doesn’t hunt, he murders. My dad has taken to calling him Dr. Mengele…
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March 9, 2008 at 7:39 am
he, he.. poor little leprechaun…. Love the perspective on this one Linda :o)
March 9, 2008 at 9:24 am
Very very nice, and the perspective is really perfect, the kitty back is so fun!
I can’t found the transaltion of “leprechaun”, who is him?
Ciao Vitti
March 9, 2008 at 10:23 am
Very cute. Nice perspective. I get it. Did u change it?
March 9, 2008 at 11:34 am
Took me a second, (haven’t had my coffee yet) but really funny, and well drawn, as usual.
March 9, 2008 at 12:48 pm
Great drawing! I love it.
March 9, 2008 at 7:01 pm
Yummmmm…..
Leprechaun for breakfast!
March 10, 2008 at 9:06 pm
Looks like kitty has had her Lucky Charms for breakfast 😀 I love the long legs and the solid body. Irish cookin’ will do that to ya! That and a wee bit of whiskey in the cup.
March 11, 2008 at 4:27 pm
I love the St. patty’s day holiday. It’s my favorite. You should create a book out of all these fun illos and sell them.
March 12, 2008 at 9:33 pm
This is great, and I always love your wee kitty bums!
It actually reminds me of my dad’s cat, who leaves tiny, perfectly clean gall bladders on the doorstep. Either he doesn’t like the taste of them, or thinks it’s clever to have a calling card. Everything else is gone, but there’s always a gall bladder as evidence of his kills. And he gets everything: mice, moles, bunnies, frogs – he has even brought in a turtle egg from the nearby river. He’s a great cat, but his hunting habits are downright eerie. My sister and I always say that this cat doesn’t hunt, he murders. My dad has taken to calling him Dr. Mengele…