Now we are entering an interesting segment of our journey through my past: The progression of my subconscious into the realization of my furrydom, as externalized via my artwork. Cow started out innocently enough, around the same time as 'The Bomb' poked his plagiarizing head into the world. He showed up on greeting cards I drew for my mother most of the time, though occasionally would go on multiple page adventures when I went through my Garfield Book collecting days (thankfully they didn't last long). Here is a rare sight: Cow without udders, and instead with his female companion. Since, you know, male cows don't have udders. It took me about two years to really care.

And check out that last panel: Not only does it dabble in pagan idol worship and the ways of the occult, but it is also sacrilegious at the same time it is completely unfunny. To say I was an odd child would be putting it lightly. If only I could find pictures of some of the monsters I would draw in church... and only in church. :/