Hi everyone!
I'm really sorry for the disappearance over the past month. Last month my beloved cat got ill. She's been battling an autoimmune disease for years and usually doing very fine, it didn't affect her life too much and she was a happy cat. That changed, as this time the disease struck harder, attacking her internal organs. The battle seemed to be winnable though, but it was as if death just waged an all out war against the poor creature ._. When the vets (and we've been circling between our ultra awesome vet and a really good clinic who had the equipment and hospital available all the time) started winning, getting her back to health, she jumped in an unfortunate manner and broke her sternum. Probably she was just still weakened and more prone to accidents :/ Either way, we rushed her to the hospital, she was to stay there, as her state started worsening after the accident, even though the injury wasn't life threatening. She's been hospitalised as the struggle to keep her alive started anew. And again we've recieved a call from the ICU that she's getting better and the worst have passed. And some 20 minutes later another call, that she's dying. Yet again as if death, outwitted by the vets, decided a different approach. It turned out, she has choked on some food and in such a way, they weren't able to save her.

Many of you may remember her: she was the one responsible for all the weird chunks of letters and numbers "I" occassionaly sent in chats and even notes. She was a part of creation of every piece of art I've done throughout the last 12 years, always sleeping beside my tablet, with her paw or head on my drawing hand, or using my keyboard as a pillow (or a race track xd). She'd go with me to the kitchen each time I was making coffee, hoping I'd spill some milk which I sometimes did on purpose. Then she'd ride my shoulder back to the desk, make herself comfy right where it interrupted me the most, hug to my hand and go back to her nap. There was one time, when I felt like I'm going to faint and had to sit down on the floor. She's noticed there's something wrong and bolted out to the other room to alarm my mate with meowing and lead her to me. She was the wisest cat I've ever had and the one dearest to me. Sadly, also the one to be of the poorest health and the youngest of my pets to die. I just had to come to terms with the loss, before I was able to go back to full time drawing. Also, sorry for keeping you in the dark for this time. I tumbled down into depression because of all of that and I needed some time to overcome the despair and anxiety that came along.