I’ve been in an odd state of mind all day.  I think about doing one thing, then proceed to something completely different.  I have a feeling my horoscope reads: “Meh, do whatever you want; you won’t do what I say anyway.”  This sketch is what happened when I decided to go to bed.

The cat was lying on the couch, perfectly still.  She looked so content.  How could I not draw her?  Of course, as soon as I sat down on the floor in front of her, she popped her head up to see what I was doing.  I sat, I waited, and eventually she put her head back down.  But she couldn’t resist craning her neck periodically to see what I was doing.  Then she would put her head back down in a different spot.

Cats make really bad models.  I guess that’s why art schools use people.