It was a Princess morning--my evil barn cat friend. This is the 3rd time I tried to sketch her--and the first time I a satisfied with the picture. Unlike Thunder, she doesn't have the facial markings or much contrast in her fur to rely on. Everything is more subtle--plus she has an oddly shaped head.
She was terrible the other day. I thought I heard a cat crying in the tackroom. I thought it was Tommy, the nice barn cat. I opened the door to see if he was locked in it. Princess dashed in after me. I picked her up and carried her out. I turned around to close the door and she ran back in. Well, I didn't want to lock her in, so I picked her up, again, to take her out. She turned into a wildcat! Hissing, growling and struggling to get free. I put her in the aisle and shut the door. She kept hissing and then lounged out and swiped my legs. I don't know why I like her. She made up to me a few minutes later.
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