Moar sketchbook shit…
Top left: Some fluffball sketches, of a sparrow and a hamster. I did the sparrow from my Jackie (albeit from across the room), though the hamster I just winged…
Top right: A catterpede. Or a centicat, not sure which. Just, something random because sometimes cats look like they’ve got a gajillion legs when the run along.
Bottom left: Tried to redo a hellhound body, didn’t turn out so well… Bonus points if you can read my shitty notes.
Bottom right: Just a random dragon head, nothing special. … They’re my fallback, what can I say?
I’m bored, here, have a blurry cell phone pic of my hamster. (Sorry it’s so crappy; my phone isn’t the greatest.) I woke her up, and caught her coming out of her sock.
Yes, her sock, ok? We figured she might get bored in there all alone and decided to give her an old (CLEAN!) sock that didn’t fit anyone anymore and we couldn’t find a match to it. I figured she’d, I dunno, play with it, tear it up, something like that. But no. She figured out there was an opening and now she sleeps in it like it’s a little sleeping bag.
My living squishies (b’awww, I miss Daisy), Jackie the sparrow and Crystal the hamster… (Look, my sisters named the hamster, ok? I named the nugget, because I’m a fucking smartass… Woulda been better if she’d been male, but can’t change stuff…)
… Don’t judge me, they make me happy, ok?