Does anyone else have the problem where they believe their couches to have some sort of magical powers? It's like as soon as I sit near/on one with a moderate amount of relaxation, I'm immediately cast under its spell for a minimum of an hour, usually 3. What the heck? True story.
Yeah, this was kinda a rough little drawing, so ignore that. The story is better. Last night Duncan fell asleep on me, which he seldom does. I put a squish pillow on him (otherwise known as a Teddy Log) since cats love having stuff on them, right? So in the middle of the night I... Continue Reading →