Thursday, March 26, 2015


It is no secret that, in general, a career as an illustrator or cartoonist isn't the way to get rich. Though there are exceptions, of course. I never really felt I had a choice though, drawing is the only thing I am good at. Or moderate. Or I could be worse, I think... Well anyway. Of course I have tried other jobs, but they never lasted long. 

And Storm? Well, Storm is good at being a cat. No doubt about that! 

Friday, March 13, 2015

Friday the 13th

Though I am not superstitious, I do understand mild just-in-case forms of superstition. Like the football-player who refuses to wash his socks because he is afraid his team's winning streak will end. It can't hurt, right? Apart from being a potential health hazard maybe. 

What I do not and will never understand, is how some people think black cats are bad luck, and go out to hurt them in some countries. If you are that convinced they are evil, you should lock yourself up in your house on Friday the 13th, that way you can be sure you will not run into any black cats. Better yet, get yourself institutionalized, because you are crazy. Really.

I do admit to avoiding to walk under ladders, though. Why? Because I don't want to end up with a bucket of water or paint on my head. Simple as that.

Not superstitious, but practical. 



Thursday, March 5, 2015

Communication Issues

Sometimes I think I know what Storm means when he is 'talking' to me. But I have absolutely no clue what these occasional random meowing sprees mean. Are they just cries for attention? Voice tests? A feline equivalent of singing? Is it a game, where he sees how long he can get me to follow him around wondering what he wants? 
We will never know. Cats just don't make sense most of the time. 

And I think they do that on purpose.