A few weeks ago I got a second kitten. His name is Maxwell, and he's only got three legs. They don't know how he lost his arm, but I assume it was a shark attack, like that surfing girl in Hawaii.

I've been making tiny hats for him out of construction paper, because I don't know what else to do with all this damn construction paper. So yeah, I'm not just a writer and illustrator, I'm also a friggin' milliner. Are you jealous of my skills? Are you impressed I know the word milliner? I thought so.

I regularly upload new hats to my Instagram. Gimme a follow!

So dapper. Ladies don't even notice his gnarly stump leg.
Gotta catch 'em all bat at them half-heartedly and then take a nap.
Don't drink the tea, it's full of bugs.
He's a big fan of Final Fantasy, even though he can't work the controller.




Pepper was feeling left out. She ate the tiara afterwards. Rude.
Unlike the original pilgrims, he brought the natives a half dead mouseinstead of pox blankets.
Arrrrrrr.
I don't actually know his birthday, but whatever.Like he even knew what was going on.
Ugh, Maxwell. Cultural appropriation is NAGL.
I had to make sure Pepper still knew she was KWEEN.