The Beast stirs at first light, as he has done every morning for the past three thousand years. His chamber is grey – apart from a single golden beam, spilling through a gap in the curtains he cannot move.

Two and a half years after quietly allowing my Hive presence to lapse (for a variety of reasons, none of which had anything to do with Hive) I have recently returned as a way to help myself get back into

When one sees a fantastic cat, the only appropriate response is to pay tribute to them! This is my most recent piece of digital art (proudly home-spun and AI free) — inspired by a gloriously fluffy fellow.