happy monday, everyone! here’s some design stuff i did for No More Pow Cards
the sequence where dendy explains the history of her ancestors seemed like the perfect opportunity to pay homage to one my favorite films, My Neighbors the Yamadas! i imitated the style in the boards to the best of my abilities, and did a small illustration of what i thought it could like in the final, but man the design team REALLY took it above and beyond what i thought was possible for an 11 minute cartoon!!! i’m so happy with the way it turned out
i also did some really quick design ref for dandy’s parents, pepelina & pavel! i believe credit for their names goes to geneva
be sure to tune in this friday for TWO new episodes of OK KO!
Title: Just Purr-fect A/N: i finally wrote something for the cat au ayyyye
Three. Three cats.
Thomas had three cats when he wanted only one.
originally was meant to be an only cat.
He was the lone calm cat sitting by a window at the shelter, and was the
only one to headbutt Thomas’s hand when he presented it.
Roman came next,
soaking wet and covered in cardboard when he scratched at the door in the
middle of a thunderstorm. The tiger
stripe kitten barely weighed anything and sucked down a bottle of kitten
formula and asked for more when Thomas gave it to him.
Patton came last,
but he came by Thomas’s own choice. The
kitten claimed him when he went over to Talyn’s house and the rest was
history. Thomas loved all three of them,
and they were completely adorable, but come
Thomas couldn’t help
but still have these thoughts four months after getting Patton. He grabbed three cans of food from the
designated Cat Food Cabinet and popped the tops off, emptying the contents into
any of the three bowls. Logan always
used the green bowl with the fish on it while Roman preferred the red one that
was shaped like a cat head and Patton used the yellow one with cats and yarn
balls on it.
The sound of cans
opening was enough to call the cats.
Logan could be heard hopping down from his fish tank viewing spot and
Roman darted in from Thomas’s bedroom.
But…Patton didn’t come running?
Furrowing his brow, Thomas went to the door and opened it up, thinking
he’d forgotten about letting Pat go outside.
He spotted a flash
of yellow across the street and sighed in relief. “Pat!
Patpatpatpatpat! Food time!”
The cat let out a
meow and came jogging across the street with…something in his mouth.
“No! Drop whatever that is, Pat! No kills in the h-“ Thomas stopped short when he realized what
exactly was in Patton’s mouth: a little black kitten. Patton gingerly set the kitten down at Thomas’s
feet, sitting back and staring up at his human before letting out a drawn-out
Thomas picked up the
kitten, checking it over. The kitten
cried when he touched it’s backleg, recoiling and stretching out the other
direction. Thomas gave a coo and held
the kitten to his chest, shooing Patton inside and slamming the door shut as he
headed to his car.
Four! Four cats!
Thomas had four cats, now, and one had a cast on its hindleg!
“OK, in the crate
you go…” Thomas said as sweetly as he could, gently placing the little black
kitten inside the crate he’d just bought.
Inside, he’d laid down a fleece blanket, a cotton baby blanket, a small,
shallow box to act as a litterbox, and a small woven basket of plush toys and
The kitten cried out
when Thomas set him down, making the man fear he’d hurt him. But, once sat down, the kitten slunk over to
the corner of the crate and laid down, glaring at Thomas.
“I know, I know,
that’s gotta be embarrassing…” Thomas said with a snicker. He stood up and tried to shut the door, but
was cut off by the quick flash of orange.
Patton sniffed the
kitten’s bandages and nudged the leg with his nose, making the kitten retract
its foot. With that, Patton laid down.
“Patton, I know you
wanna help, but the kitten needs to rest…” Thomas tried to reason, reaching in
and pulling out the cat. “Go sit with Lo
or go find Ro…”
Patton let out a
pitiful mew and slunk along the side of the crate, eyeing Thomas the whole time
as he sat down beside the kitten and flopped on his side. Thomas side and shook his head, leaving Pat
to his own devices.
Later that evening,
Thomas found Patton exactly where he’d left him. The kitten, however, had moved. And the basket.
Toys were strewn
about the crate, and the basket was on its side with the kitten curled up
inside. The basket was dragged close to
the walls of the crate, just close enough that one of Patton’s paws could reach
inside and hold down the handle.
The sight was so
precious, but it had to be disturbed.
So, with the pop of a can, Patton jumped up and followed Thomas into the
kitchen. Once all three cats were fed,
Thomas prepared a bottle of formula.
Apparently, the little kitten wasn’t even five weeks old.
Bottle feeding a
kitten was difficult. Bottle feeding a
kitten with a broken leg? Nearly
stay still. You need – you need foo –
The kitten darted
around the table. He was surprisingly
fast for having to drag a cast. Thomas
snatched him by the scruff and plopped him on his belly, holding on gently to
the neck. He’d only done this a few
times, so each time was difficult.
Nevertheless, Thomas pushed the bottle to the kitten’s mouth and…
“You know, you have
to put forth some effort, now.”
“Any day, now.”
The kitten eyed him,
a look that Thomas would call a glare on his face. Groaning, Thomas gently squeezed the bottle’s
sides to make some of the liquid come out.
He ran his thumb over the kitten’s throat to make him swallow, and
slowly but surely, the bottle’s contents started to go down.
“You’re gonna be
impossible, aren’t you?”
The kitten started
to purr, slowly blinking. He finally
started to latch on to the bottle when Patton jumped up on the table. Patton laid down and propped himself up
against Thomas’s arm, rolling on his back and rubbing his head on the man’s
“In a minute, buddy,”
Thomas said, dipping down quickly to kiss the cat’s head.
Finally done with
the bottle, Thomas got up to get a towel.
The kitten was such a messy eater; he was covered in formula. But, when Thomas turned back to clean the
cat, Patton was doing that job for him.
The kitten mewed and cried gently, raising a paw to grab ahold of Patton
as the orange cat licked him clean.
work,” Thomas said with a laughed, reaching down to pet them both. He sat down and pet the two cats, rolling his
eyes when Roman hopped up and demanded attention as well. He looked at the kitten and watched him swat
at Roman and roll around. “…You’re gonna
need a name…”
The name “Virgil”
came to mind, and when Thomas spoke it, the kitten sneezed.
“I would like you to turn to the person you don’t know, and I would like you to embrace them. Hold hands! EMBRACE! You know, what is not used enough is the word embrace when referencing hugging. EMBRACE!” – Harry Styles // Nashville 9/25.