Popcorn the cat

As I've said, I am pretty good at drawing cats. I love cats and visit them often, though I can't have one of my own because I'm allergic to them. The cat depicted here is "Popcorn," who lived with me in the summer of 1984 while his people, my cousins, traveled in Canada and the U.S. Popcorn was a big cat. When he stretched out on the floor he measured 3 feet from the front paws to the tip of his tail. He used to hide behind the oven in my kitchen, emerging covered with fifty-year-old dust. I don't know why people name their cats after foods, but he did like to be in the kitchen. 

Black technical pen ink on sketchbook page, about 10" x 8", July 1984.