I shut my door at night. This morning I woke like the gremlin I am and looked over to see the dog curled up in his dog bed bedside my bed. I looked at the closed door and the dog. He wagged his tail at me. I blinked and asked, “when did you get in here? HOW did you get in here?” He looked at me with big eyes asking for pets. Of course I gave him the pets. Now I’m just trying to piece together how this fella Houdini’d himself into my room because he definitely wasn’t there last night!
I drew these last year and made them stickers that I sell at cons, but I forgot to post them online! (If you happen to go to Dokomi this year I'll have these with me there) (the two cats at the top are based on my friends' cats, who are perfect and special)
I think a lot about Leo’s tendency to push his way into the spotlight despite clearly being a natural in the shadows. Hell, you could argue that his worst moments are when he’s forcing himself onstage, and his best are when he does things no one notices until it’s already been done.