Yeah, um... It's an anthro version of my cat. I'm not sure I captured his general chaotic nature, but here's Baxter, all the same.

He has coffee because the real Baxter snuck some out of a cup once and my boyfriend begged me not to leave him alone with the cat. A normal Baxter is not unlike a small tornado. A caffeinated Baxter is something else entirely.

First thing I've finished since, oh, ever? Yay. Prisma markers, microns, and bristol paper. I learned from this that my wrist hates inking.