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So when we were little there was this unspoken rule that you couldn't go into our parents' room when one or the other was napping. See, we were noisy little mischief-makers and we knew if we woke them up we'd get yelled at. Well, our cat seemed to know this too, because every time he got tired of us chasing him around he'd run in there and either hide under the bed or jump up next to mom or dad. You might think that would be the end of it, but it usually wasn't. Undeterred, we came up with missions to retrieve the cat without waking up our parent(s). This usually meant that one of us had to bite the bullet and sneak in there, tiptoe-ing or crawling across the creaky floor while the three of us left would wait in the hallway for the cat to come running out.
Ah, good times.
Was again slightly hesitant about posting this, but moreso because it's personal more then anything else. I've pretty much decided not to use it in the Lock book - there's quite a bit of issues (proportion, perspective, rendering, whatever) that weren't resolved properly, but the biggest thing was that the scene/event is more from my own life and less from a Lock's. But I do love it so. XD
Marker and colored pencils on 14x17" Vellum.
Artwork & Kiflits © Allison Theus 2005
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Ps. That's not a cat sitting there. It's a Kiflit. But you'll find out more about them later.