I snatched Eyeball up on the 4th of July at a gas station. Her and her sister were crying as loud as they could and running around all over the parking lot, terrified. The instant we picked them up, they melted in our arms and started purring. Someone owned these wonderful kittens at one point and decided to abandon them pretty much as soon as they were weaned, likely very soon before we got there. They were flea-covered, skinny and hungry. They've been wormed and fed the best kitten food I could find, and are really good about using their litterbox. They'll be going to get microchipped soon, though they won't be outdoor kitties, it never hurts.
Eyeball has become my cat, for sure. She's the first cat I've ever really owned and been responsible for. She follows me around everywhere; our morning ritual is already in place. She goes with me to the bathroom, follows me to the kitchen, tries to climb my stripy socks, then naps on me the rest of the day, waking up only to lick me and play. She's SO mushy and sweet. I drew her here to be an adult because I'm going to have her the rest of her life. <3
I've been trying to draw Boogle a bit more traditional clown-y, but I still don't know how well I like the nose and mouth paint. It always looks off to me, somehow.