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A knock came at my door. I looked at the clock. 3:04 AM, it glared at me. Damned insomnia kept me up longer than I thought. Raindrops pattered softly on my window. I stood, thinking to finally lay my head on my pillow for the night. Whoever was at the door should know better than to bother someone at three in the damned morning. Lightning suddenly brightened the room. I couldn't leave someone out in that.
I opened the door quickly. If it was someone wishing me harm, the shock of a sudden jerk of the door should give me a second to close it again before they could enter. A pretty little cat glanced, timidly hopeful, up at my face. Her fur was plastered to her everywhere. She looked like pneumonia waiting to happen.
"Oh. I thought... I'm sorry to bother you," she started to turn back out into the rain, tears rising in her eyes.
"Wait," I called after her. She turned and looked, visibly uncomfortable. "What," I started, "Did you need something?"
"I used to know someone who lived here and I needed a place to stay for a night. I'm sorry to have woken you." She stood, cold, alone, helpless looking.
I invited her in to dry off, at least until the downpour eased. She gratefully, if tentatively, accepted. I got her a towel and we got to talking about what I did. She seemed to want to avoid talking about herself. I told her I was an artist. I offered for her to crash on the couch for the night and she said she couldn't afford to pay me. I said it wasn't necessary but she insisted that she couldn't stay without offering some form of payment.
It was her idea to model for me. We didn't sleep at all that night. She posed and sat; I sketched and painted in Photoshop until the sun rose. It's what we insomniac artists do.
We agreed that we were tired and it was time to sleep. She crashed on my couch and I went to my nice warm bed.
When I woke up several hours later, she was gone and this was the only piece remaining from the previous night's labor. I wonder what happened to that candle lit kitty.
5 hours. P-Shop and Intuos 3.
I opened the door quickly. If it was someone wishing me harm, the shock of a sudden jerk of the door should give me a second to close it again before they could enter. A pretty little cat glanced, timidly hopeful, up at my face. Her fur was plastered to her everywhere. She looked like pneumonia waiting to happen.
"Oh. I thought... I'm sorry to bother you," she started to turn back out into the rain, tears rising in her eyes.
"Wait," I called after her. She turned and looked, visibly uncomfortable. "What," I started, "Did you need something?"
"I used to know someone who lived here and I needed a place to stay for a night. I'm sorry to have woken you." She stood, cold, alone, helpless looking.
I invited her in to dry off, at least until the downpour eased. She gratefully, if tentatively, accepted. I got her a towel and we got to talking about what I did. She seemed to want to avoid talking about herself. I told her I was an artist. I offered for her to crash on the couch for the night and she said she couldn't afford to pay me. I said it wasn't necessary but she insisted that she couldn't stay without offering some form of payment.
It was her idea to model for me. We didn't sleep at all that night. She posed and sat; I sketched and painted in Photoshop until the sun rose. It's what we insomniac artists do.
We agreed that we were tired and it was time to sleep. She crashed on my couch and I went to my nice warm bed.
When I woke up several hours later, she was gone and this was the only piece remaining from the previous night's labor. I wonder what happened to that candle lit kitty.
5 hours. P-Shop and Intuos 3.
Category Artwork (Digital) / General Furry Art
Species Housecat
Size 695 x 900px
File Size 73.3 kB
hmmm I thinking maybe you should. I love to write and I also have imges in my head.... If only I could draw them as well as write them.
Well My brush is with a pen and some paper painted with words that draw the mind.
You have taken it to another level with this. I ency your talent
Well My brush is with a pen and some paper painted with words that draw the mind.
You have taken it to another level with this. I ency your talent
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