So I know I have been slacking terribly with this blog, but as soon as I started it my non existent life decided to pick up. I swear though, I will stay true to my word ni proving why Farha is a cat.
Right now it's currently 10:44 and I'm dying to play some spyro so I'm making this very brief and I'll fix it up tomorrow while I watch Fantastic Mr.Fox.
While sitting in theater, I decided to show Farha something on my tablet. I happened to have an app active that has this random annoying but adorable cat that just walks across the screen whenever it feels like. Well in the middle of the explanation, she squeals, grabs my tablet, and proceeds to poke and prod the screen where the cats at. She then opens up a paint program and outlines it as it's walking.
Farha, you are a cat
<insert web comic>
<set reminder to fix this up in the morning>
<3
Friday, February 10, 2012
Monday, February 6, 2012
The beginning, Day one..
The other day I was watching the puppy bowl because yes, I'm into that sort of thing, and during the kitty halftime show I came to this sudden realization that stupefied me and made me think "Why haven't I made this connection yet?"
My friend Farha, is a kitten. Not a cat, I don't know if she'll ever have the swift precise movement of an adult feline, but she has that clumsy gracefulness of a kitten. And on top of that, she plays with yarn, gets distracted by, well everything, bats at you to get attention, and, apparently, likes to sit on tall things and meow loudly.
Since I've been looking for an excuse to do something on the internet besides browse reddit blindly, watch movies, and go through everyone and anyone's IMDB list to make my own watch list thrive, and since I will be a film director some day and want to practice writing so when I start my screenplays I can at least make them halfway intelligent, I have decided to start a blog/ webcomic on the studies of my friend, and why she is the most elegantly awkward friend I have.
Her Quote of the Day:
My eyeliner doesn't match my shirt, but it matches the toothpaste that fell on my shirt.
My friend Farha, is a kitten. Not a cat, I don't know if she'll ever have the swift precise movement of an adult feline, but she has that clumsy gracefulness of a kitten. And on top of that, she plays with yarn, gets distracted by, well everything, bats at you to get attention, and, apparently, likes to sit on tall things and meow loudly.
Since I've been looking for an excuse to do something on the internet besides browse reddit blindly, watch movies, and go through everyone and anyone's IMDB list to make my own watch list thrive, and since I will be a film director some day and want to practice writing so when I start my screenplays I can at least make them halfway intelligent, I have decided to start a blog/ webcomic on the studies of my friend, and why she is the most elegantly awkward friend I have.
Her Quote of the Day:
My eyeliner doesn't match my shirt, but it matches the toothpaste that fell on my shirt.
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