As of the 15th, my cat had died.  To cheer myself I’m coming up with things I would like other then my cat coming back to life.  Here is a drawing of catacorn; a cat with one horn that grants wishes, and shits confetti, which is a pain to clean up, so it balances out.

Quick sketch of my cat.  He has cancer.  Fuck cancer.

I made my earlier french bread picture *FANCY*!

“I am the Flying Spaghetti Monster. Thou shalt have no other monsters before Me. (Afterwards is OK; just use protection.) The only Monster who deserves capitalization is Me! Other monsters are false monsters, undeserving of capitalization.”