One morning my feral, the rascal Max failed to show up for breakfast. Noon came, and still, no rascal. Worried. As hell. Decided ro draw instead. No plans, just pick up a can of pencils, right?

Ironically–or shall i say, as expected– i ended up drawing a cat to take my mind off a missing cat.

Thank God, the feral came home. After three darn days!