Here is a series I've been thinking about for a while.

He sees what he wants...











He digs in...










Here's the results...












My leg didn't come out very well. There are claw marks all over my leg. EVERY night, Buddy stands next to me...waiting. I sit with my legs as far under the table as possible, turned away from him. As soon as he gets a chance, he reaches up and digs his claws into my leg so he can sit on my lap. Except, on the rare occasion that he makes it, he just stands there, awkwardly for a moment, then jumps down. It's as though he has Alzheimer's and forgets that he doesn't actually want to be up there. But he'll try again tomorrow.