A 1960's leopard girl named after a 1967 song by The Buckinghams~ From sketch~ To painting~ To video~

  Dr. Moreau: What is the law?   Sayer of the Law: Not to eat meat, that is the law. Are we not men? Dr. Moreau: What is the law? Sayer of the Law: Not to go on all fours, that is the law. Are we not men? Dr. Moreau: What is the law? Sayer of the Law: Not to spill blood, that is the law. Are we not men?

  A new character I've been working on, and Hybrid gets to see her before DA does! Meet Amber, ace meerkat reporter. An investigative journalist I'm hoping to have a mix of silly and serious stories with her, she's sort of my Brenda Starr or Lois Lane. For this it is definitely a humorous story. Amber meets a contact in a greasy diner. Hijinks ensue.   Amber, a young meerkat journalist, sat in the last booth of ‘Rod’s Roadside Café.’ A plump coyote waitress ran to and fro into the kitchen behind her.   It was late evening and the sun was quickly fading into night. The woods past the parking lot were turning from a pleasing orange into black. The meerkat, dressed in a skirt and semi casual blouse, reached into her purse and checked her essential items: Recorder? Check. Notepad and pen? Check. Pepper spray? Check. It certainly wasn’t her first choice for meeting a contact, especially considering the scathing review Amber had done on the place back when she wrote for the local

 This is 'The Smell Of Wet Fur', by BioHazard, aka Brian Swords of York.  This was auctioned off on a PBS station in Pennsylvania in 1992.  In my opinion, this is not porn, but nearly everything else I've seen from him is. https://youtu.be/oRIyw-pJkUk?t=27 Wikipedia says - Stay Up Late was created in 1992 by Brian Swords.   It was one of several of Swords's paintings, such as The Smell of Wet Fur and Sheets and Pillowcases , that depict anthropomorphic rats, named Alice and Bob, in sexually suggestive poses Alice and Bob, yeah, right.  OMG, how nineties can you get?  Jesus fucking Christ , is that a Furby? https://www.furaffinity.net/user/biohazard/

  I like to buy and sell collectibles, 'art' and just plain junk.  Looking through a Goodwill, I found four adorable little girl cats singing, holding books or stuffed animals.  They were only a quarter apiece, and I was going to buy all four plus a young rabbit holding flowers, when I noticed that one of the cat ladies had a broken teddy bear.  After agonizing over it, I left her and bought the other three.  I sat out in the car telling myself not to go back and get the broken darling little cat, she was only plastic.  If I was filming this, I would have a long shot and slowly approach the darkened store, through the door, down the aisle, close up on the shelf with the three marks in the dust where I removed the other figurines, and then close in on the broken cat and focus on her face.  A single tear would then roll down her face.  Oh, hell.  If she is there tomorrow I will buy her, resell be damned.  I've read The Velveteen Rabbit, only plastic, indeed!

Benvenuto Cellini wrote that ' All men of whatsoever quality they be, who have done anything of excellence, or which may properly resemble excellence, ought, if they be persons of truth and honesty, to describe their life with their own hand'.  Of course, Cellini was a genius artist and a psychopath who had something to say.  I'm not even a man, not anymore.  I have never been one, the Transition took place when I was a boy, I no longer remember my human body or appearance.  Hell, I no longer remember anything before the war, just the endless training and the soldiers I served with.  I was younger than the others, most of them were condemned to the Enhanced Infantry program, I was part of the 'Operation Ten Thousand'*, which took orphans and juvenile delinquents and bound them over to the Combat Modification program.  Of course, nothing like 10,000 went through the process, I think I was in the last group selected.  After a battalion of about 600 modified battlef

 An Australian brush tailed possum decides to move in with an old man, and how that worked out for the both of them.  A film by Christian Staats. https://youtu.be/-U3zzA3dvQA  Welcome to my world. This thing is a lot cuter than the one who eats my catfood on the back porch every night.