Today’s drawing challenge was to draw an infamous villain.
But I was having a really hard time thinking of a villain. The first villain I ever think of is the Shadow Man on the stranger danger sign. And according to me if you’re weird and creepy that is exactly how you should look.
But I didn’t want to draw something so creepy.
And them I remembered good old fashion comic books and so I went with a favorite villain… Catwoman. And not just any Catwoman, the super glamorous and incredibly gorgeous Julie Newmar.
And what is duplicity is she up to??? Turning little kitties to the dark side. And I know Elliott would become evil… if she fed him crunchy food.
So I should feed him before he tries to take over Gotham.
Okay today’s’ drawing goal really threw me… because I didn’t know what it was
Veronica told me to draw a “mandala”
And much to my surprise it was not a portrait of Nelson Mandela.
It’s like a circular religious symbol. Which is not really in my ballpark of things I draw. It is also luckily for me adopted to be more of a geometric illustration that I can make without insulting peoples religions.
And although I am delightfully offensive, I keep religion and politics far from my scope of things I will make drawings about.
BUT- I do know how to draw Elliott.
And so I present the first and only cat-centric mandala on the internet*
At least it’s the only cat-centric mandala approved by Elliott.
*i do not know if that statement is true, but it probably isn’t.. I mean the internet really likes cats
My cat is being nice. Uncharacteristically so, as Elliott is the rudest cat in existence.
Usually I’m almost always at home, and he ignores me unless its time to feed him kitty crunchies. I give him attentions when he demands it (which was only about 2x a week), and then I ignore him the rest of the time. We try to live like civil roommates if you could imagine.
However, lately I have hung up my Amish shroud, and have been going out… and Elliott’s demeanor changed. Now when I get home he wants all my attention… ALL OF IT! He now greets me at the door, and cordially invites me into my house. Walks me to my room. Cries, when I close him out of the door. Now, I cannot sit and eat without him trying to crawl on my lap. I cannot go online without him sitting on my computer. I cannot sleep without him staring with his face next to my face.
Most people would say, awww he loves you! But no, I don’t assume that he’s discovered that I am the best owner, I mean free room and board and poo removal for simply being fluffy (that is a good deal)… Or that he realizes that he could have been an alley cat, with no one to give him fish shaped crunchies, and rub his belly. I think he may be actually plotting against me, like planning on hiring a hitman to keep me from going out, or trying to see how he can make me fall down the stairs and make it look like an accident.
I’m very suspicious of him… so if anything accident like happens to me… I think it was Mr. Kitty.