His name was Gus, but more often than not, I would call him Meeshie(Not sure where the nickname came from XD). I got him when I was 7 along with his littermate sister, Molly, who was a traditional black and gray tabby. He was really a lot like me....He wasn't quite your USUAL cat stereotype x3 he was clumsy as hell, and would often get in areas he wasn't suppose to be in, presumably just to troll XD Like when he decided to SOMEHOW get on top of the curtains and tore down at least three of those and two blinds XD Or when we moved and he managed to pull over a GIANT box of silverware and dishes, but instead of running off, just kinda rode the box down XD A lot of the time we would troll eachother....He would wake me up at 3 in the morning and I would get annoyed and rub him all over my fuzzy blanket to watch the static sparks, and he purred the entire time...I have the most scars from him of any cat, not by him being mean, but by silly accidents XD And I'm glad of that, because now, it's kinda like having his signature on me, which will hopefully last for many, MANY years to come, knock on wood.

I was gonna do a different painting, but I had this super vivid dream about Gus last week and had to start this...And I finished it today after another really vivid dream about him.

Gus was drawn in colored pencil with white gel pen for whiskers...Background was done in ink