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Entangled. To wrap, interweave or ensnare. That sounds about right for my Halloween illustration, The House of Franken Cat. Please click to enlarge or you will never be able to see the spookiness. Now let the story unfold...
The story begins with poor little Franken cat sitting on the stoop. All alone. But wait. Whose hand is knocking on the bottom of the door? And whose hand is ready to open the door? Geez. Who knows. It probably belonged to a solicitor that knocked on the wrong door at the most inopportune time. Maybe at the frightful hour of 6 pm when Mr. Pumpkin was puking in the dining room and the headless dude was spooning soup into his stump.
The hand was probably severed in the kitchen while the witches were making wiggly mouse pie. Yum, yum.
The fate of the hand was sealed after it fingered its way into the master bedroom where an impatient Medusa was trying to comb the scales out of her hair. And you think dandruff is bad. Now the right hand is doomed to eternal life as a bodyless butler.
The mummy was too busy ironing his torn bed sheets to know what was going on with the roaming hand. The skeleton inquired, "Hey hand. Can you squeeze the last bit of tooth paste out of this tube? It's hard when you don't have any muscles." Whether the hand helped is not known.
Well, the body was never discovered. But my guess is that the witches went all Fried Green Tomatoes with it. If you know what I mean. Have you seen the movie?
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