Today’s is going to be a very short post… I’m feeling horridly ill and even sitting in front of the computer is taking it out of me.
As a result, this image is another of Lolli, who you can see a couple of posts down… and I think she’s reflecting my condition quite well. If I didn’t have to sit here for longer, I’d put a bandage on her head and a thermometer between her fangs.
Phew! Three for three. The first two have already undergone a couple of changes so that they are consistent across them all… and they’re all still really in somewhat of a ‘first draft’ mode. They’re still a ways away from what is required for my super-secret project, but they’re a good base to start from, certainly.
For those of you who have actually seen the original inspirations for these three felines, please remember that they are greatly simplified! I know that I’m missing the tabby markings on Penny’s face, that Lolita lacks a tinge of the ginge, and Orson has a few extra markings of his own. I may make them slightly more realistic, but I have a feeling that simple and clean is going to be best.
So, let me tell you about Penny, or Pen-pen, as she is also known!
Penny isn’t what one would call a ‘social’ cat. She really only likes a few people, and even then it is sometimes begrudgingly. However, for those she considers a friend, she is the snuggliest cat around!
This little kitty can hardly ever wait until bed-time, so that she can race upstairs and bounce onto the bed for an evening huggle. The moment you stand up after a certain time, she’ll race up the stairs for you, as if to say ‘Ok, it is past our bed-time, time to go, time to go!’
Her meow is hardly a meow at all, but more of a cooing – she sounds like a pigeon! And when she’s satisfied, you can be sure to hear a hearty purr.
The second of the kitties – this time it is Lolita (or Lolli, for short). I’ve drawn her with little fangs because… well… this cat is mischief personified. Not wicked, or evil, or nasty or anything – just prone to getting up to as much trouble as possible!
Ducking and weaving between people’s feet, trying to scramble up to the highest place in a room or attempting to steal a morsel of food from your very plate when you’re looking the other way, you have to admit that Lolli is either incredibly brazen or just too silly to realize how much she’s pushing her luck!
Despite the fact that she is most definitely a creature of chaos, she’s also one of the most affectionate, snuggley little kittens you’re ever likely to meet. Always ready to jump up into someone’s lap, lay on their stomach or beg for attention, she’s as kind-hearted and as they come. While somewhat reckless at times, it all exists as part of her wonderful charm.
So if you read yesterday’s post, you’ll realize that Oarsome (as I named him for ze zombie concept) is actually named Orson in the real world.
I have a super-secret project I’m starting to play with and Orson is going to feature in it somewhere. Not quite sure where yet, but he has to be in it! Therefore dipping my toe back into doing vector art seemed like a simply awesome idea. I haven’t done it in quite a while, since I tend to prefer pen and paper, but it was about time that I started refining my skills in it again, since it has been so long.
So yes.. there we go! Draft one for Orson. Yes, he will get a body too, but I’m taking this one step at a time! I wonder who will be next? Hmmmm…
Ok, so this picture isn’t strictly for Zombie Annihilation: A Jimminy Jonestown Story… or whatever it should happen to be named… Even if he would be a fantastic addition to the cast. But just in case he should make an appearance… here’s the scoop.
Oarsome is the picture-perfect definition of tough. He lost his eye in the first wave of Zompocalypse to an enterprising although very deceased rat. As I have always stated, the first to fall to zombieism will be the rats. Let’s face it – scientists don’t move immediately to human testing for stuff now, do they? Oh no. I think not.
They test things out on rats.
That’s right… first the rats – then the humans. Rats carried the plague around on their backs, they can damn-well carry zombieism to the masses as well.
Oarsome has developed some sort of immunity through, it seems. Perhaps it is the dozens of little scratches he gained while battling with the legions of undead sewer rats… or the fact that he was willing to lose an eye rather than have one of them make it to his brains for a tasty rodent meal. Hell, for all he (or anyone else) knows, all cats might be immune to it – infections don’t necessarily spread across species.
No-one has really looked into it to find out. Who has time when you’re trying to dodge and weave through an urban battleground littered with corpses… some of which are chasing after you?
Anyhow, onto the real story.
It just so happens that a friend picked up a gorgeous little fellow called Orson from the Animal Welfare League, a wonderful animal rehoming shelter with an amazing dedication to ensuring that the right animal goes home with the right person.
It was love at first sight. She popped into the pen to see if he was the right cat for her, made a direct bee-line towards him – he greeted her with a rather hearty, ‘Meow!’ and started purring soon after. What a pair they will make together!