What a strange week. I finally filled my sketchbook, so it’s off to town for me to get another one. Will I have time to knock up one for Thursday? Who knows!
Eagle-eyed readers might notice the use of colour in this one. I’m getting bored with what I’m doing and so I’m trying new things. Right, time for a sandwich. Yum.
This is an accurate portrayal of events.
The cat, known as either “Thomas”, “Brinsley-Wellington III” or “that fat little bastard” (if you’re Adam) came to our door and scrabbled for entrance, demanding warmth, food and hugs.
It also has a penchant for sleeping on my bed for a few hours before clawing at Adam and waddling off home. Bless.