Cat Anatomy Drawing Novels & Stories

"Mom’s on the left, and Dad’s on the right. Mom has long hair like you, and Dad likes to wear short sleeves and long pants..." Watching her explaining her drawing, Melody smiled. "It looks great." "Where’s your drawing?" Lily asked. Christopher followed Lily's gaze, and saw Melody tracing a shape with a pencil on the white paper in front of her. "It’s not finished yet," Melody answered casually. She added a few more strokes to the paper as she spoke. The seemingly random movements made the cat active and vivid. Even the way its fur folded when it raised its paws were lifelike, as if it would jump out of the paper in the next second.

"Fuck, after that last one, I'll happily let you draw a pretty picture on my face." The girls smiled brightly and made their way to our side of the table. Brian gave each of them a black marker and flipped a timer. Hycinth was still wearing her heels, making it easier for her to reach me. I felt her draw quick lines on my cheeks and above my eyebrows, before drawing a circle on my nose and filling it in. "Times up!" Brian called out. "What did you draw?" I asked curiously, although I had an idea. She smirked, "You make an adorable pussy...cat."

"Humans just aren't as cute as cats. Cats have soft little paw pads, fluffy bodies, and they smell sweet. You've got none of that. Now get going already!" She had bought a tablet earlier that day, planning to use her day off to sketch. Inspiration was flowing. There was no stopping it. Ronny, unceremoniously kicked out, stopped at the gate to snap a photo. In the picture, Jessie was cradling Code and surrounded by a cluster of cats. He sent the photo to Jack, who was abroad at the time. That afternoon, Jessie sprawled on the grass and sketched from the photo she'd taken of Jack and the cats at noon.

But what he was sure of was the present and he was going to make sure every second counts. “Yay! A family trip with Mommy and Daddy! Finally!” Ella said and got down from her seat, running somewhere quickly before returning with a piece of paper. She showed it to her parents and said, “Look, I already drew us on a family trip.” Ryan took the paper and saw that Ella had drawn two tall figures, two short ones and one that looked like a round cat with a small head. “Wow, nice, Ella. Is this a cat? Do you want a cat?” Ryan asked, pointing at the round image.

In a pool of inky black water, the consistantly of soot, sat Yan Sha with her body contorting in inhuman shapes. Bending and unbending as her body moved like a demented spider in a circle. Her back arched in and around like it was a stick bending close to breaking. All the vertabrae in her back were thrust out as the shadows on her back were shifting all around. The lion on her back which had been poked so beautifully, now looked like a tangled web where the lion was stuck in the midst of it angrily clawing through points.

"I am going to try to paint your face." Kat's initial feelings of flattery slowly dissipated as he started to draw in lopsided eyes, a misshapen nose, and a wide, oversized mouth. "Right," she noted, then began doing her own rendition of his face. "This is how the guy did it, I think."

I jerk up, narrowing my eyes and pursing my lips. “It’s on,” I warn them and dive in. * I type a reply only to delete it. Biting my lip, I shift my eyes from my computer to Orange Cat, a cleverly named orange tabby, I know. He’s one of the three barn cats Grandpa has let inside. We also have Black Cat, who is—you guessed it—black. And Tabby, a grey tabby cat. Creativity is obviously not Grandpa’s strong point. Nearly half an hour has passed and I still haven’t replied to my sister’s email. I don’t know what to say. My heart skips a beat in my chest butterflies swarm in my stomach. Closing my eyes, I flop back on my bed, mulling everything over.

I pulled out my notebook and doodled some random shapes as my mind wandered into a void of nothing. After a little bit, I pulled myself out of my daze and stared at the scribbles, which had somehow come out to be a really good cat, so I erased the extra lines to bring out the cat's shape more. Bloody hell. How the fuck had I done that? Strange thing, how some things come out almost perfectly when you don't even try to make them in the first place. I had just been absent-mindedly gliding my pencil across my paper, and when I looked, there was a near-perfect drawing hidden within the lines. What the hell was going on today? I scribbled some more, still unsure of what I was trying to do.

I wonder what she would come up with next. After a few moments, she finally finished and eagerly called out to me, "Lycan Aaron, can you guess what this is?" Excitedly, she showed me the screen of my phone, revealing her latest creation. I studied the drawing intently, taking in the long oval shape with two balls below and hairs beneath them. At the top, there was a line. Wait. Isn’t that…? “Are you crazy?” I asked, frowning. “Why are you drawing a man’s d*ck?”

"Fuck, after that last one, I'll happily let you draw a pretty picture on my face." The girls smiled brightly and made their way to our side of the table. Brian gave each of them a black marker and flipped a timer. Hycinth was still wearing her heels, making it easier for her to reach me. I felt her draw quick lines on my cheeks and above my eyebrows, before drawing a circle on my nose and filling it in. "Times up!" Brian called out. "What did you draw?" I asked curiously, although I had an idea. She smirked, "You make an adorable pussy...cat."