Cute Overload :D
Sharpen your pencils, class. Today, you are going to continue last week’s still life exercises, with a special emphasis on contrast. Study this arrangement, and then capture as best you can the feeling of total stillness, of complete and utter inertia — and then contrast that with the fruit.
Your cat Daniel looks familiar, Tal S. Has he posed for any motel art?
Excuse Me? When I said I wanted just a hair more of cinnamon, this is not what I meant.
Not even a pound of sugar would sweeten this angry bunny, Kelsey H.
Civilian, please do not touch the animal while I work. I possess a highly skilled craft; you do not. Let my healing hands guide the way to a cure to this terrible problem.
And…Yes, I think I’ve done it. The animal should finally be rid of this very unpleasant case of Singultus.
Dr. McDomineering and patient McPanty might make “Grey’s Anatomy” watchable, Martin I.
I’m glued to the ground. Did someone slip me a mickey or something?
Seriously, is there some kind of giant magnet below me? Did I ingest a lot of iron?
He goes against the grain, Joie B.
No, I haven’t seen him. What do you mean, I look guilty? Maybe he went for a walk or something, I dunno. But I know for sure that I didn’t eat Rubber Ducky. No, definitely not.
Let me guess, Jenny B.: Calgon.
When our team engaged specimen (code name “Blow Dry”) with friendly snuggles and delicious alfalfa, specimen exhibited fascinating new “threatening” behavior.
Meet the Puffer Bun.
What’s it like living with Santa Claws, Hillary B.
When she wasn’t driving her rig, Bertha liked to let it all hang out and relax. Not surprisingly, her roommate, Prudence, wasn’t around much.
What a lady, Charlotte D.
It was another tear-stained night in the French Quarter, heartbreak hanging over every street like a grieving fog. There was already a row of shot glasses on the bar in front of me, drained like fallen soldiers, but I still had sorrows to drown.
It was Amateur Night, when every cab driver with the ten-spot to get his horn out of hock took his turn in the shadows of Parker and Gillespie. A beady-eyed quartet shuffled on stage; with luck, they’d only butcher a few numbers before slinking away in shame. I ordered another shot and braced myself for the worst.
But then they started to play…
Like coolsville, Amy F.
Prosh pal punchy, pooped?
Popping power pill provides
Plenty pep for pup
Quite a pick-me-up, Danée A.
This is outrageous!
Why do you need to surf the net to see other cats?! We’ll see how cute you think he is after I claw his face off.
Don’t bill us, Beylah R.
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