Storm Watch

Storm Watch
Or: Buggin’ Out

Someone forgot to post last night. I think it was me. D’oh! Have a commission.

Poor Storm. She had a rough time during our run. From slave girl to space bug to burning herself up to going punk… all in a year.

Not to mention the whole drawing her as if she were a black woman thing. There are still people who hate me for that one. Dave never said anything about it except to say she was a cat; his cat, wife’s cat, mom’s cat… somebody’s cat. I liked that idea and went with a lion; the biggest, baddest cat Africa had to offer.

To all our friends in Texas (which is to say everyone there): Stay safe, stay dry.

Happy Trails