I drew this terrible Elizabethan personification of my evil adopted cat-daughter, Crowley, sometime when I was still living in Montreal. It’s from life, as you can see here. I love her, she is ridiculously cute after all, but she is something of a villain.
Wouldn’t it be nice if we were older, then we wouldn’t have to wait so long.
I’m gonna try posting art here and see what happens.