Another busy day. Today was run run run! That’s great, but it means that my drawing feels slapped together to me.
Around lunchtime, I came home to find Mikey looking dead sleeping on the green chair. He was breathing, but his eyes were glazed over and his head and paws looked unnaturally bent, and he didn’t move as he looked at me, except the faintest trace of his kitty-pupils.
But since most of the drawings I do are of Gracie, I drew Gracie in the same position. Maybe tomorrow I’ll try a really observed version of this. We’ll see, tomorrow is running around too! At least I’m busy!