"'The little girl that had named the malevolent cat "Tinkerbell" had no idea what she was in for. Shortly after the funeral, Tink found herself in need of new accommodations. She soon ended up in the care of a retired Amish basketball player with an understanding heart, and -- perhaps far more importantly -- a ceaseless supply of the dripping flesh for which Tink so viciously hungered. Their fates intertwined, and nothing was ever quite right in the world again.'

Portrait of my friend Jonesy's cat, made with Photoshop and viscera, with help from my co-conspirator Lark S."