It’s WOE’s book birthday!
The book is pictured here with some mementos of its ingenue, along with the catnip and catgrass we planted together in the Spring, so it can be ready for a new family member(s?) by the end of the Summer book tour travels. We are all very excited.❤️
We gave her a really nice day, out on the breezy porch. Lots of affection, medicine to dull her pain, and as much bisque as she desired. And then we said goodbye. She was the softest and best. Thank you to everyone who loved her through my comics.
We took in a foster cat this week and I can’t tell you how much joy he is giving me. He is a grade A beefcate with zero neck and a delicate little meow like the tinkling of a bell. Here he is completely owning John’s desk area. John took his work and moved TO THE FLOOR.
Thank you so much for all your condolences (catdolances?) over the last week. I am sad, and I made a lot of you sad as well, and it’s nice to not be alone in being sad. Cats are too good for us, but we have them nonetheless.
My kid’s preschool gave him a little local business passport, and I’m obsessed with it. At restaurants and shops, the kid asks if they have a business card or stamp/sticker, and they add it to their passport. It’s a lovely way to better get to know these spots we love.
Yesterday my mom and I (mostly my mom, an actual woodworker. I was in charge of vacuuming, dusting and shining the flashlight) made the coolest digital drawing board! I love it very much.
I painted on a big ol’ shirt dress to make myself a fun fit for my WOE tour! Genuinely love that it makes me look like a huge doodle page drawn by a cat fanatic (me).
Ok the problem with being a mom and also a person who loves their cat is that all these little baby clothes are just LYING AROUND, and sometimes you’re trying to sort these clothes but your cat won’t stop interfering and also he’s very photogenic and
When you fall asleep on the train, so your dad carries you and then you wake up, but you pretend to still be asleep so he will carry you all the way home.
When you get your kid an old typewriter to practice his writing, you don’t expect to give rise to a poet of this magnitude, but there’s no denying this raw talent.
Tonight during dinner, my 3 year old son, who has been learning about the human body in preschool, looked up from his meal and said, “The mouth is a hole in your skin that connects to your food tube which connects to your anus” and I did an actual spit-take.
His Halloween costume from two years ago still fits. 2 year old baby Totoro vs 4 year old baby Totoro, and the winner is me who gets to smush him like a marshmallow.
It’s awfully humbling to be a professional artist living with the greatest artist of all time (aged 4). I draw our cat as part of my job, and he draws our cat absolutely enormous and with fairy wings and it completely obliterates every drawing anyone has ever done.
I’ve been making these odd little... I don’t know what you’d call them. Food... cheating? Confession? Comics... on insta as CondimentRaccoon. Here is the most recent, and the account: