When I was little we had a yellow house with a yellow shed out back that was filled with junk. I remember playing around it in the summer – getting in the gray powdery moon like sand and hunting for roly polys and doodle bugs. We also had a pretty semi-wild kitty cat who spent a bunch of time up under there. She was difficult to pet and be friendly with because we didn’t quite tame her when she was young. I remember her having a litter of kittens under there and we weren’t able to handle them at all and they grew up as wild as tiny fuzzy yellow eyed mountain lions. I remember seeing them peek out from under the house only a few times. It makes me sad how long ago that was. It is amazing how animals work. I love kitty cats. :3
About Mac McRae
I am an illustrator who makes whimsical monsters for companies that are young at heart.