Cell Your Kitty

For Kitty, it's a fine line between pet and prisoner.

Here’s me cartoon for the August issue of the Pet Gazette. It looks a bit different than the previous because — exciting news coming up! — it’s in my New Style. My style which is new.

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David said…
I love the simple shape of the kitty, heck I like the whole thing, text and all.

New Style...exciting news coming up...do tell!
August 02, 2010
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