This is a Pathfinder Retriever. Pathfinder Bestiary, page 234.
I have a Spider story.
A couple of weeks ago, at work, I had to sprint to the bathroom. We have a private family bathroom up the hall from our office suite. I ran into the bathroom, and as I am undoing my pants, I see on the floor under the sink a big spider. About the size of a quarter, legs and all (that's big to me). I try not to kill spiders unless I have to. If they are in the apartment, then I apologize but squish them. I've been bitten by a spider while in bed (I assume - small puncture marks that turn into a rash). But outside or other places, I try to leave them alone, because they eat other pesky bugs, most importantly mosquitos.
Anyway, I see the spider, and I said, "Stay right there and I won't squish you! Just don't move!" Because I really had to go, and I didn't want to kill him if it wasn't necessary. The spider froze in place and didn't move. Later, when I put on my jacket, it created a breeze which made him move a little. I said to him (or her), "I wouldn't stay here if I were you. Somebody else might squish you!"
Later in the day, I went back into that bathroom and looked around for the spider. It was in the corner on the floor behind the door, all folded up like it was trying to hide. I said, "I wouldn't stay in here! You should go up through the vent!"
So. The next morning as I was coming into work, I walked up the long hallway on the first floor, and I saw an identical spider tromping up the hallway like it had somewhere to go! I have no idea whether it was the same spider or not. But I texted Steve with a Robot Chicken joke: Spider going down the hall - WHAT DID I JUST TELL YOU!? Steve replied: Spider with an attitude!
So today's drawing was inspired by the Spider with an Attitude because it can do what it wants!
We used to own two black cats, plus an orange tabby. I called them our Halloween Cats. Griffin (the orange one), Mooshie (the one who lived to be 20) and Button (the smaller black cat). Here's a picture of them on the dining room table in Atlanta, back when I was an undergrad student (that's one of my bad student paintings on the wall). Left to right, Button (who looks rather big in that photo), Griffin and Mooshie. This blog post explains how we got the two black cats.
Most of these pics are from 1980s Atlanta:
Back when they were all young and Skinny Boos!
Button was a little, um, high strung. More so than Symon! He was a tense little thing.
Griffin and Button were always pals:
But today's drawing is of Mooshie:
After I met Steve, Mooshie decided she just loved Steve. You can read the story here.
All of our previous four cats are deceased. We lost Button first, in Memphis, 1998:
We lost Griffin in Seattle, in 2001:
We adopted Emmett in 2001, then lost him in 2003:
And while in Misery, we lost Mooshie, who lived to be 20 years old:
We had to be on 'Death Watch' for all of our cats when they fell ill, some longer than others. I have some friends who are currently going through this or have very recently lost pets, both cats and dogs. It's a hard thing to watch your furry baby suffer and grow thin. We never had to make the decision to put any of our cats to sleep, but we came close, and I understand having to make that choice. It is heartbreaking to lose a furry member of the family.
After going through it three times before, we thought losing Mooshie would be the easiest. But she turned out to be the hardest loss, because after she was gone we had no other cats left. We were planning to leave Misery, so we figured we'd take a break from pets until we moved (and a break from litter boxes, and cleaning up poop and barf from the carpet - I used to say we were running an Old Cats' Home). But when we moved to Mayhemland, our apartment changed their pet policy to no pets, so we were without cats for six years.
Until 2011, when we received an unexpected surprise:
We are very happy to have a cat again. We love our Symon:
Halloween and Witch? Of course, I thought of my kindergarten Witch costume. But then I remembered that my role playing character Caylan, the Half-Orc (in Raven's Call) was a Witch. She trained in a Coven. Steve was running this campaign about the time the new D&D rules came out. We had been playing with Pathfinder rules, which include a Witch as a class. But D&D did not - Steve had to make her a Wizard. But, story-wise, she was still a Witch. With her Raven familiar, Onyx. In the drawing above, I managed to give her an expression of both apprehension and determination. That was Caylan.
Of course, the first thing I thought of was my literally Bloody Period! Ha. I was on my period when the #Drawlloween list came out. I couldn't think of anything appropriate for a drawing, however, and was at a loss. So, I asked Steve. I said the theme is Gore - and I don't know what to do. He immediately thought of a legend that is a woman's head with entrails. The name is Penanggalan, from Malaysian folklore. The creature was in early D&D and can be found on the Pathfinder Wiki here (spelled with an 'en').
Interesting that in all the artwork I found for this creature, a WOMAN who separates from her body taking just her internal organs with her - none of them have a UTERUS. Well, mine most definitely has a Uterus. Because if I were one of these Vampires, taking all of my internal organs with me, my Uterus would be attached to the rest of them, and I would not leave my body without my Uterus. So I found my way back to Period Blood after all.
I have always loved candy and Halloween was one of my favorite holidays. I'm not sure if I liked Christmas just a pinch more, or loved them evenly. But the cache of candy at Halloween was mind-boggling to me as a child. Although, as much as I loved Halloween, I only remember a few of them as a child. I remember the Witch costume from kindergarten.
When I was in grade school, I spent most of my allowance on candy at the convenience store. One Halloween my friends and I went all over our subdivision Trick-or-Treating. We went home, dumped our candy, and went back out again. Halloween was the only night where we were allowed to be out late and by ourselves. And the huge stash of candy!
I loved just about any type of candy available. I ate things made entirely out of sugar: Pixie Sticks and Sweet Tarts and - from the drawing above - those candy necklaces on elastic string, pulling the elastic and biting off a few of the candy beads at a time. I ate chewy taffy and caramels and Tootsie Rolls. And chocolate. OH the chocolate. I think when I was in grade school, a regular size candy bar was ten cents. I remember when they increased in price to fifteen cents. As I grew up they continued to increase in price while shrinking in size. I loved plain Hershey bars, Hershey bars with Almonds, Snickers bars, M&Ms, Three Musketeers and Milky Ways. And Reese's!
Unfortunately, my love of candy has contributed to my weight problems. I was still eating pure sugar candies like Twizzlers and Laffy Taffy into my 20s. Once during my Undergrad program as I put a big chunk of neon-colored Laffy Taffy into my mouth a fellow art student said to me, "Lisa! I can't believe you just put something that color into your mouth!" I should have been as shocked as she was. A coworker at my job at GSU started calling me Candy Girl, because I was always eating candy. It was definitely one of my food obsessions. After my best friend and I would go out to dinner (appetizer, entree, huge dessert) we would go to a movie and consume popcorn, some sort of candy (Twizzlers, Milk Duds, etc.) and a soda. Oddly enough, I didn't hit my maximum weight until into my 30s, when I had given up a lot of the childish candy, so to speak - the pure sugar items and non-chocolate candies.
I have been trying to give up sugar for a few years now, and I haven't done it yet. We have tried to get all High Fructose Corn Syrup out of our diet. I try and then tend to fall back into sweets - some ice cream here, yogurt and granola there. Ah, well. I will keep trying.