Wolf Wears Wool

Crumbs, I swear . . . Where the froopy heck does the time go?!

K. suggested that I draw R. today, and I complied.  I did not, however, draw him “on a dragon, nursing a baby.”  I mean, yes, R. is ridiculous, but even he has his standards . . . And that is a right 11.5 on the Ridiculometre.

As per usual, I didn’t get half done what I wanted to get done today . . . Partially due to my cats holding me hostage.  And I’d be lying if I didn’t say I was a piss-easy hostage at that.  I woke up with a horrible pain in my back (from yesterday, no doubt) and the boys just came round and laid on top of me.  Ru tends to prefer my collarbones (providing him a good vantage point, for he is a big fan of the incessant licking of faces)  and Zeke likes my stomach.  And if I were to guess, I would say that their combined body heat, along with the vibrations of the massive purrstorm that was going on actually served as a relaxant to my muscles . . . Either way, I felt loads better when I finally dragged my sorry arse out of bed at Ridiculous O’clock 11.30 AM.

Ran errands with mum, have food now.  Life is good.

. . . Even if half the time, this morning, I kept having to remind Ru that whilst licking my face is okay, licking my MOUTH is really not on.

Grah.  I already whinged about car-related and drivey zings.  On with the daily sketch;

. . . The last of the genderbent cast.   Aurelia is now Aurelius!  And yer . . . As I was saying in DA, this picture is actually VERY FUNNY.  K. knows why . . . But Aurelius wound up looking virtually identical to another character I made from a different storyline.   His name is Jade and he is also a surgeon.   Here he is with the rest of his family (and the synthezoid his brother has recently taken in);

He’s in the middle, with his wife, who looks, funnily enough, a great deal like Ursula. But yes, viola the Katzenallenbogen family. From Left to Right; Jazz Hands, Jasper, Bianca-Eve, Jade, Gemmaline and Alabaster.

. . . There’s a huge story behind this image, but if I go into it, we shall be here all night. GOOD NIGHT.

Weee!  Guest sketch again, petals!  Innit ace?

This charmingspiff rendition of R. comes courtesy of my friend, Sully (Minwind at DA). I absolutely LOVE her work. She has an undeniable knack for stylisation and an impeccable eye for colour. I’m thrilled to the gills that she leant her skills to my . . . er, frills? Man, I have no sweet clue. Pic is ace and I love it. THANK YOU, SULLY!

Back to more fun with gender-bending, at the suggestion of my K.’s flatmate.  This time, I gave Ursula a go;

Crumbs.  Dun look a touch like her.  I tried, I really did . . . At any rate, I’m thinking his name ought to be Ulysses, but K. insistently refers to him solely as MANSULA . . . Which, when said aloud and a bit swiftly, sounds a bit like ‘manslut.’  Which is not altogether inappropriate.   Ah, yey?

Today, I saw something quite lovely.  I’d just received a word or two from my boss which left me feeling rather down . . . My fault entirely, mind, and an ongoing source of stress.  But as I was walking back and silently beating myself up over it, I happened to pass a tree which was absolutely LOUSY with red-winged blackbirds.   There must have been two or three dozen of them, all flitting about and flickering their vivid red shoulders at me.   As I said, lovely.  And it brightened me up quite a bit, as did some therapeutic hobnobbery with my coworker.  Horrah!

And agh, I had to clean a kitten’s ears today . . . Well, following the utter odyssey that was simply FINDING the cotton swabs, I took a small handful of them, thinking that I’d leave it there as a few days’ supply . . . Wrongoletto.   I used ALL TEN OF THEM.  It utterly flummoxes me how that much revolting earcheese can come out of such an iddle-bittle kitten.  Th-they . . . Squelched.  Her ears legitimately, sincerely and emphatically squelched when I put the swaps into them.  SQUELCHED.   Ugh.  Gross.  There was still more, but by that time, poor wee Grizmelinda (again, yes really) was mewing pitifully, so I thought it better to give her poor ears a rest.

Hrm . . . I should probably check my cats’ ears . . . Granted Ru could probably pick up FM from the Crab Nebula with his, but I daresay they’ve managed to accrue some crap over time.  I think I’ll do that now . . .

EDIT:  Okay, just cleaned them.  Ru’s ears passed inspection with flying colours, but when I put the swabs into Zeke’s ears, they came out looking like they’d done the foxtrot through the Everglades.   Eurgh.  Need to keep ontop of that, me.