My kitten Mister passed away Tuesday morning. He wouldn’t eat or even move and would just sit there crying. We took him to the vet first thing Monday morning, and he seemed to get better after receiving some fluids but then he died in his sleep during the night. I’m glad he isn’t suffering any more but I just kinda feel gutted now. This was the first cat my family had that felt like “my” cat. He’d sit on my shoulder while I’d draw or watch TV or whatever and I miss that.
On a happier note, I’ll be walking around pushing copies of the Changeling book at SPX in DC this weekend and I’ll be a part of the Super Art Fight show after the Ignatz Awards on Saturday night, where I most likely will end up humiliating myself on stage in front of a bunch of professional cartoonists.