I can never get enough of drawing Jesse in all his guises. Today I drew him twice while he was sleeping and smiling and looking exactly like a sock monkey, especially in the top drawing. Even while supposedly asleep, he has radar that lets him know when I'm standing within 5 feet of him and trying to slide a pen across paper silently. Within three seconds he flips over. He went from sock monkey on his back to a box of assorted cat parts (top right) and then immediately to cat as meatloaf.
Another flip and he arranged himself to be a stuffed turkey in a pan with the drumsticks trussed together. And then he slowly slumped down to a turkey after being baked, plump and relaxed.
Yesterday I drew F's cat Montana, who holds a position for hours thanks to her sweet ancientness. She's a beautiful tortoise shell colored cat, black and tan spots on white, and she often sleeps on a blanket that perfectly matches her fur; but yesterday she was sleeping on a green striped blanket and contrasting nicely.
Later I went to my journal group meeting and had time to draw only someone's empty coffee cup with a paper napkin wadded up in it.