He's like 7 months old now but he's still a kitten to me. This isn't art, well, maybe it is, but he certainly "helps" me do art. My notebook always needs warmth in his mind. His name is Van Gogh. He's a rescue baby. When one of my friends went to their welding class, the teacher had told them about some kittens out behind the building. He had gathered the mom and all the others and took them to a shelter, but help onto this one because it had its' ear ripped off in an attack from another tom cat. So she took it, smuggled it into school in her welding bag, and when I found out about him, I decided to be caretaker. He was 3 weeks old when I got him apparently, because 3 weeks later, we had to make a vet visit for worms, and because he liked to eat thing he shouldn't. 6 months later and he's a healthy, happy indoor kitty. I thought I'd share this little heartwarming success story with you all ^w^