Bad dream, bad drawing

Weird week.

It seems that when I wasn't at work or sleeping, I was cooking dinner, doing the dishes or taking care of laundry. On one of my days off, as I lounged and waited for a load of clothes to dry, I dozed ever-so-slightly and had a dream about a drawing I made a long time ago, which looked like this, but without the eyeball cat. During that doze, however, he was there with a toy mouse. I bloodied it up just because.