Hellooooooo n__n

Been a while, huh? I turned 30 recently. I'm still kickin', still drawing (just sloooooooooooow because of life and job n everthang), still lovin' mah wonderful Preston, still packin' pamps and keepin' it cute~ But now, there's more! I just got back from TFF (which was the best con I've had in YEARS, btw~ Love you ALL who I hung out with and met! <3) where I debuted Paddy, in suit, for the first time! :D Well, sort of the first time! :D I'd only worn him among friends until now, even though I've had him since... OH MY GOD. TODAY IS LITERALLY PADDY'S BIRTHDAY LOL. That's right! I received him in the mail from Dandylions on April 5, 2018. He needed a few alterations, which Dandylions graciously handled in time for TFF, and did a lovely job! Gunna share a few pics in my gallery after I wrap up this journal. Check meowt! <3

In other news, I'd like to share that I've started going to therapy recently. It's been very beneficial in helping me overcome my personal shortcomings, especially with regard to social anxiety and personal relationships. Life's better now.

I hope to share more art on this account in the future. I know I will at some point, but with how long it's been and how my life goes these days, they'll probably trickle in slowly. Alas, having to support oneself takes its toll on time. But when I do post? Oh yeah, I'll make it good, babies. <3

Ciao for niao. <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Hellooooo!

I just wanted to put up a journal to let y’all know I’m not dead. I just haven’t been drawing as much lately. I work full time, and I’ve got a few new hobbies and obligations in my life that take up my time. I’ll probably still post a pic or two every now and then, but I’m going to be very casual about art for the foreseeable future. I want it to be a relaxed, no-pressure thing for me. I’m happiest that way.

So, just wanted to clear that up in case anyone was curious.

EDIT: Oh by the way, I’ll be at TFF next month! Probably not all weekend though. Got a scheduling conflict that weekend, so I gotta split it up. See y’all there :D

Love,
Paddy~

(Cross-posted from my other account)

Hi all! I've had some things on my mind that I wanna share with you.

First of all, I kinda ...rarely use this account anymore. Let's be honest, my main focus in art these days is in porn and poop and stuff. X3 So I'm a lot more active on  dirtypaddercat, where all of my porn and scat content goes. So that raised the question in my mind: will I even use this account that much anymore?

I can't give it up! No way, not at all.

But I think what I WILL do is maybe repurpose this account to... a... wait for it... drumroll please...

FURSUIT PICTURE ACCOUNT!

Hee! That sounds like fun! :3 Once I get my fursuit, which will be sometime next year, I'll fill up this account with piccies like that!

And, yes, I'll still use this account for the odd piece of non-porny art here and there. But I gotta admit, SFW art is not a priority to me. I'm in this fandom to express what I feel is more of the real me: my dirty, sexy, naughty side! ;D

Soooooo... Yeah! Just wanted to say dat. Have a super day! n_n

I have regained access to both my accounts, including this one and DirtyPadderCat.

As much as I like the idea of a different site, I'll probably still keep using FA as my main.

This journal applies to both of my galleries: paddercat, and dirtypaddercat.

I've decided to change the way I organize my artwork on FA. The idea is to devote the paddercat gallery to only cute, innocent, and non-pornographic content, and keep all of the naughty, kinky, and dirty porn on dirtypaddercat. I've been meaning to separate these subjects for a while now. I believe it's more considerate of the people who may enjoy my art style, but wish they could explore my gallery without having to see more extreme fetishes or porn that they may not like. :P

Here's how it's going to work out:

- All the pornographic or extreme-fetish art that's currently on paddercat will be moved to the main gallery of dirtypaddercat. The paddercat gallery will no longer contain porn or more squicky fetish content.
- On dirtypaddercat, all the artwork that shows visible poop (outside of diapers, pants, butts, etc) will be moved to the Scraps gallery therein. Artwork that shows messy pants/diapers/whatever but does NOT show visible poop will remain in the main gallery on dirtypaddercat.

So if you see some of your favorites disappear, don't worry- just look amid my two galleries and they'll turn up. On that note, before anyone asks, I'm not going to remove any pictures to not re-upload them; all I'm doing is moving them around.

For those of you who weren't here when I was transferring, I took all of the pictures containing scat of any kind and put them in my alt account,  dirtypaddercat. I did this so that I would have an account that I would be more comfortable showing to any fur, not just those whom I know would be cool with seeing poop.

This gallery will still contain diaper art, but never any poopy diapers. Babyfur art and cuteness, as well as more general furry art, will be the main focus here. All art containing poop of any kind, whether it's inside of diapers or not, will be on dirtypaddercat only.

No, this isn't about RainFurrest. I still need to write a report on that. This is something different. Something very dear to me.

About ten years ago, I had the most cubby and comforting dream that I can ever remember. I don't remember it often, but I felt inspired to share it tonight. Best to commit it to text to preserve it.

I know I don't draw very much innocent cubby art, which leads people to believe that I'm mainly all about the sexy side of my fetish. But if this dream is any indication, then I am certainly not as one-sided as I may present myself to be. Without further adieu...

I dreamed that I was little, and furry, toddling through a nice, large house. I came upon an inconspicuous secret door, disguised as a simple cabinet cover, just like any other. Inside was a soft, padded tunnel, with a faint blue light coming from its distant terminal. It curved upward in a gentle slope, to the left, never harshly. When I emerged, I was atop a large, curved bed, bathed in gentle blue moonlight. I was now wearing a soft, cozy sleeper on my small, toddler furry body. And there was another boy there, dressed much the same, his features lost to memory. Over the years, I suspect that my mind has adapted his physical features so that he is Caden, my lion character. Whether or not I accurately remember his physical features is not important. What is important is that I still remember his warmth and love more than anything. We cuddled together on the huge bed, which seemed to be two beds put together, with a curved front to match another wonderful feature of the room. There was a large panoramic window at the edge of the bed, overlooking a tree-covered mountain range, bathed in that cool, comforting, blue moonlight. It was like a lullaby for the eyes, and heart. The dream ended as I saw myself and the other boy from behind, sitting on our legs and holding each other, both of us looking out at the beautiful night.

When I awoke, the dream was, fortunately, still vivid enough for me to repeat in my head. And that I did, for losing the memory of this dream was not a risk I was willing to take. To this day, this dream survives as the most endearing subconscious example of my cubby side.

This convention has topped the list of my all-time best con experiences.

A lot of amazing people went the extra mile and elevated the con experience to a level I never expected, but am extremely fortunate to have shared.

Details? I know you want to hear them, and I want to share. But they will have to wait until I organize a full report of this epic con.

Sitting here now in my lonely apartment, I am suffering a little post-con depression. But I think that's just a testament to have good the con was. Some cons I've been to in the past didn't leave me feeling very depressed upon return. They have their memorable moments and people, all of which (and whom) I cherish. But I don't think many of the people who shared in this joyful con would deny that it was a bit special this year.

Missing the people and the good times brings more than just sadness; it brings something else, something very, very good. PCD is good in that it makes me remember just how much I love and cherish everybody I know, and have come to know, in this fandom. The people make it what it is, and I'm fortunate to know a few damn good folks. Without all your smiling faces, your hugs and your laughter, your sharing your passions and kinks and ideas and talents with like-minded others, this fandom wouldn't be the warm, loving, accepting, and inspiring place that it is. And yes, just for the record, I know the fandom's not always that great- I'm glossing over that by choice. What I'm saying is that I love the people who contribute their time, energy, and heart, into sharing the fun and the love of these silly kinks and this unorthodox way of expressing ourselves as quirky animal people. We are a community amongst ourselves. And this weekend, in this place, everybody I saw seemed to contribute to the dream. The result was a con that was greater than the sum of its parts. It will become legendary.

There is no question that I will be attending next year. And I have my own plans for bringing a little more magic to the con.

In conclusion, I witnessed the wonderful harmony of a great community of people coming together and contributing to the dream of the furry fandom. That dream, as I see it, is to share with like-minded others the passions, hobbies, kinks, and desires that make us smile and hug each other and miss it after it's over. The people at this con did it as good, and in some ways even better, than any other time I've had. It was wonderful, and we all made it that way.

Thank you, everyone- until next year.
Love,
Padder Cat