So it seems that I am in good company when I draw historical figures as furries.  This has been a bad few weeks, I can't concentrate on my drawings and what I have done I don't like.  So in that spirit I posted this, Mr. Wain had a lot more to feel sorry about than I do.  Oh, what the hell, just one more- The Ambush Robbers And Brigands, 1898.     'Dad's Home' by Larry Elmore.  Fun loving kittens play a practical joke on father.  Cover art for 'The Children's Hour', Jerry Pournelle and S. M. Stirling. I wonder if Larry Elmore ever saw the Brigands picture?  Probably not, guys just like playing tricks on dad.  Mine was the best. Must be nice.

 It was a lovely day in November.  At least Tom thought it was November, the air was crisp and cool and it felt Novemberish.  There were no calenders here, while he had a clock he rarely looked at it.  He never had to be anywhere at any particular time in any event, when he had to be somewhere he always showed up on time, if that's the word for it.  Anyway, it was a nice November day. Tom stood on his porch that surrounded the small field stone house, he could see and smell the smoke from his neighbor's fires, someone was cooking fish and the big cat was salivating.  Since he had had his coffee he wasn't hungry, but once a predator always a predator.  Odd, he thought, I haven't had meat since I got here.  When did I get here?  he thought to himself, I don't remember.  Maybe someplace in town sold meat, although he had never seen such a shop.  It didn't matter, what with the bread and potatoes and butter and honey he was never hungry.  Tom lit a ci

.  It was a night like any other, then she walked into my life. A classy dame with plenty of oomph, I was head over heels. I wanted her bad, I couldn't live without her.  If I was smart, I would have walked away right then and there.  I knew her name the moment we met - Trouble.  But trouble is my business, and this cookie had it in spades.  I fell for her and I fell hard.  To make a long story short, I made my play and she made her's. The world was mine, and now I'd trade it all for everything to be back the way it was. You know, Padre,... some guys are born patsies and others have it thrust upon them. I guess I'm both. And...tell the warden he was good to me, better than I deserve.  She got what was coming to her and now I'm getting mine. Tell the boys back home Johnny died game, wilya? Outstanding picture by the incredible artist Flapper Foxy. https://www.deviantart.com/flapperfoxy   Text pretty much stolen from James Cain and Dashiell Hammet. What the

Back around March, my outdoor cat Shorty had a litter of 4 kittens above my bathroom in our attic.  After she moved them into the garage, I snagged the little fuzzballs and brought them inside.  Since then they have lived in my bedroom, inconvenient but I did not have much of a choice.  Then I could not grab Shorty, and when I finally managed to trap her she was with kitties again.  I brought her in and scheduled an abortion*, but she had them the day before the procedure was to be done.  The bedroom became a mess, it was like living in a catbox.  For months I worked with a local cat rescue, Cat Tales Rockport, and yesterday I put 3 vaccinated and neutered kittens in a van to be taken to San Antonio where they will be loved and adopted.  Normally, other than being sad about saying goodbye to them, I would have rejoiced.  But there has been a development. Sunday night Muffins died.  Out of the blue, she never showed any sign of sickness or distress until the last few hours

A linothorax with metal plates. https://www.hellenicarmors.gr/en/armor/great-alexander-linothorax-2nd-version/  His helmet, one of them, after the depiction on the Sidon Sarcophagus.  Why he is depicted wearing a chiton and not armor is a mystery.  Not bad at all...for a rabbit. This reproduction is by Katsikis Dimitrios.    The Alexander Mosaic, House of the Faun.  Pompeii. Yeah, I'd say these guys are in the zone about what the king's armor looked like. One should always show respect to a king.     https://books.google.com/books?id=HHVmDwAAQBAJ&pg=PT163&lpg=PT163&dq=coragus+vs.+dioxippus&source=bl&ots=LRFHh42ePM&sig=ACfU3U24Up3c0-cEFEWIzymYU2zYMhKv-A&hl=en&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiusrbVke7rAhVK4qwKHS6yDRU4ChDoATARegQIBxAB#v=onepage&q=coragus%20vs.%20dioxippus&f=false   R. I. P. Dioxippus.

George Strock's photo that brought the war home to Americans.  Think about this the next time you hear of the ranking officer in our army selling out our country and telling the Chinese they need to prepare for war with us.  And there will be a next time, sooner than anyone realizes.  The original caption for this picture was 'Maggot beach'. The Bells of Hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling, For you but not for me. And the little devils have a sing-a-ling-a-ling, For you but not for me. Oh death where is they sting-a-ling-a-ling, Oh grave thy victory? The Bells of Hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling, For you but not for me.  https://youtu.be/mcNO9VtjqUI?list=RDmcNO9VtjqUI

Tom Strong #22, October 2003.  Alan Moore, writer.  Jerry Ordway, pencils and inks. America's Best Comics.

I recently posted my 'finished' dystopian war story 'But First They Must Catch You'.  In my tale an orphan boy is shanghaied into the Enfantry, the Enhanced Footsoldier Program.  He was altered genetically, chemically and surgically to have a human body with rabbit attributes so that he could use weapons designed for men and possess the speed of a hare.  His assignment is reconnaissance.   The other members of the unit have undergone similar transformation in order to capitalize of the desirable attributes of the animal selected, strength and ferocity emphasized.  The unit is wiped out in an ambush that was carried out by our government as the program was proving an embarrassment.  2 soldiers survived, the rabbit and a panda sergeant.  They were pensioned off and made into heroes after the press got hold of the story.  The government is going to get rid of them at the first convenient opportunity.  The tale is mainly about alienation, although I ended it wi

You hear all kinds of nonsense about zombies.  Much of that is because of the spate of early 21st century movies and TV shows that were cheap to film and connected with most people's fantasies about shooting their unarmed, deceased, slow moving neighbors.  The book that kicked all of that off was I Am Legend, which is about vampires, some dead and others still living.  Just as movies shaped the vampire legends, so it has been for the undead.  Zombies don't bite humans, or anything else, they're dead and only can move until complete decay shuts them down.  They don't mill around in herds, they have not lost their intelligence, and they are to be pitied.  It's not their fault after all.  Whatever bioweapon was employed, and by who is unknown, it released the Z factor out into the world and now here we are.  Like all bioweapons, the mortality rate is not one hundred percent.  Some people are struck down and some are not.  There is no test ever discovered t

 Me and my grandmother, Jewel Bogan Davis.  July 19th, 1980. Oh, Lord it's hard to be humble When you're perfect in every way I can't wait to look in the mirror 'Cause I get better lookin' each day To know me is to love me I must be a hell of a man Oh Lord, it's hard to be humble But I'm doing the best that I can.   https://youtu.be/0WTrMuZOZvM  

 Where's all the tail around here?  I was planning on laying some pipe while the missus is out of town!