Brio the CAT! ΘΔ

How to Hibernate.

Scanned by us from the 1952 book Animal Fair, by the Provensens.

It’s time.

Three bunnies sit at a round table at a fancy restaurant, each holding menus. A waiter bunny asks them their orders, none of them have been served yet. The place probably does not serve fries

Daily bunny no.3118 would like fries for the table

a proposition

These tiger pajamas are so comfy, I could just take a loooooong cat nap...
yaaaaawn.... mmmm... cozy.....
zzzzzzzz.......

TF piece from 2024!

Black-and-white illustration titled Elder Wolf at the Table: Growing Older & Softer & Staying Wild by Shimi & Critter. A cozy tabletop scene shows a teapot, mugs, bowls, and a plate of bone-shaped biscuits. Scattered among the cups are three pamphlets with hand-drawn covers: Quality of Life for Wolves & Working Dogs (featuring two wolves), Preparing an Elder for a Pack (showing wolves greeting each other), and Senior Wolf Care (with a wolf portrait). The image evokes warmth, care, and companionship in aging, blending domestic gentleness with wild themes.

Black-and-white zine page featuring typewritten text over a wood-grain background, bordered by mock medical paperwork and labels. A small pencil drawing at the bottom shows three wolves sitting together affectionately, one nuzzling another. Text reads It begins with a kettle whistling and rain against the window. The air smells of mint tea and wet coats. I sit at the table, paws folded over paperwork that asks impossible questions: species, temperament, prognosis. Outside, a squirrel chatters at the fence. Inside, my reflection in the mug looks back - tired, yes, an elder, yes - and still wild. Aging has not made me less creature. It has made me gentler, slower to bite, quicker to rest. There is grace in that, I think - in softening without surrender, in learning to share the table instead of guarding the door. So pour a cup of tea for an old wolf. There's space beside me. We can talk about medicine, memory, and the art of staying wild while growing older, softer. Shimi & Critter

Black-and-white zine page titled Elder Wolf at the Table. At the top is an illustration of a table with a steaming cup of tea, a plate of bones, and several pamphlets reading “Senior Wolf Care,” “Quality of Life for Wolves & Working Dogs,” and “Preparing an Elder for the Pack.” Below the image, the text reflects on aging, identity, and transformation—interweaving themes of wolfhood, gender, and creaturely belonging. The narrator speaks with tenderness about yearning to shed humanity, to live as their true inner wolf, and to hold that yearning as a sacred and private form of prayer. ELDER WOLF AT THE TABLE It’s raining outside again, and the kitchen smells of wet coats, peppermint tea, and the faint paper-dust of leaflets. Someone has spread them out across the table: Senior Dog Care, Quality of Life for Working Breeds, Preparing an Elder for a Pack. They’re glossy, cheerful, full of photos of happy grey-muzzled dogs. My human pack-mates know I’ve been thinking about these things. All my life I had been questioning myself: my sexuality, my gender and now my very species. I was always the one to bark back at the dog passing by as he barked at something or other, and I would howl at the moon and watch the coyotes rifling through our trashcans with unhidden longing. And then my best friend one day announced she too was joining the Therionyl programme, I knew it was only a matter of time before I would put my name down for the Human Sentience Divestment protocol. I ached, I yearned to slough off my humanity like an ill-fitting skin and finally, become one with the critter, the little wolf inside my head. My pack-mates know I come at them slantwise, halfway between myth and medicine, halfway between church and den. It isn’t morbid. To me it’s a kind of secret and closely guarded prayer.

One of them picks up a leaflet and reads out loud, “Wolves live, on average, six to eight years. Captive wolves can reach sixteen.” They pause as they do the math in their head mouthing silently one human year to every seven canine years and suddenly they look at me and beam: “Well! You’re already an elder.” We all laugh. It’s a warm sound, clinking mugs and spoons. Someone says what everyone is thinking: “You’ll only be with us for a few more years if you complete this treatment.” “I’m not really afraid,” I tell them, dunking a dog-bone shaped homemade cookie into my tea. “I just think about how different the pacing is. If I have twenty more human years ahead as a woman, that’s a long wait to become what I want to be. But if I were fully wolf — eight, nine, maybe ten — that’s an elder’s life already. I’d join a pack as an elder. Nothing much changes. The apprenticeship’s already done.” Silence settles for a heartbeat, soft and not uncomfortable. Someone says softly, kindly, “You already are. You’re already the elder wolf at the table.” I reach for my mug. The rain taps the window. This, right here, feels like liturgy to me. I am the only religious one in the room, but over time my prayers have grown fur. I no longer picture heaven as a clean marble hall. I picture it as a warm, dry, muddy den. Not a throne but a breath on my neck. Not a hymn but a low throb of slow breathing packs through the soil. One asks, joking but not joking, “Will this…this Therionyl…will it get your hearing back?” and I shrug. Deaf wolves exist in the wild. I’ve been deaf for years; I would love to hear better. But that’s not the point. The leaflets don’t say, hearing restored. They say, quality of life is measured in moments of joy. Wolves don’t measure in years. They measure in seasons, in pups raised, in the smell of the den when everyone’s safe.

Elder Wolf at the Table is a love letter to aging, faith, & creaturehood—to the slow holiness of growing softer without losing wildness.
It’s about what happens when we grow old but not tame; when we learn to share the table & stop guarding.
Part reflection, part #therian prayer: a guide to gentler.

Government style ad in watercolour. Image of a burglar stealing a painting from the wall of a home. Tagline: "It's not theft... if you say you're using it to train your AI algorithm". Body text: "Theft is now legal, so we can boost the economy by eliminating jobs. If that doesn't make any sense, ask a chatbot to explain it to you." HM government logo in the corner.

Did a new one

snuppy the puppy snail dressed up as gary the snail from spongebob. its happily eating candy from a dog bowl in spongebobs kitchen

meow! i love candy!

if you love the process, you don't have to win big

a comic: Panle 1: A guy in a suit points derisively at Joan the Deer. Suit: LOOK, YOU DON'T GOTTA LIKE ME, BUT YOU GOTTA RESPECT MY WORK ETHIC Joan: NO, I DON'T Panel 2: C MARTIN CROKER LITERALLY WORKED HIMSELF TO DEATH ANIMATING. HE HAS MY RESPECT. THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE, BRO?

JOAN TOONS 01: RESPECT
#furry #furryart #joantoons

FOX!!

The Obama Hope poster, but it's a frog and it says "Hop"

I saw a tragically AI-generated version of this poster, so I have recreated a 100% human-made version for all your protest sign needs.

A drawing of a poodle character with light brown fur and dark brown ears/tail/markings walking on a keyboard. The drawing is drawn over a real photo.

Biscuit on da keyssss !!!

cat boy take off the hat!! your ears!! you cant hear

Artists Meeting Artists

Old #Loubie comic: Birthday treat

Fox noises!
Ft @kaimti.me

starparkdesigns you deserve to be in environments that bring out the softness in you, not the survival in you STARPARK

you deserve to be in environments that bring out the softness in you, not the survival in you

Illustration created for the book series called The Noss Saga. Pictured are a bear with golden fur, cradling a dark anthropomorphic wolf on his lap. It is nighttime and they are outside, sitting in front of a campfire. They look happy and relaxed.

The awesome @joabaldwin.com commissioned me to draw his characters Banook and Sterjall from the #NossSaga! This painting taught me a lot, and what a joy Joaquín is to work with ☺️ Thank you a million times!!🌻

My commissions are open! 🍂I'm doing both:

-Icons
-Pet Portraits

$35 each, +$10 per pet/character

10"x10", 300 dpi, 5 slots available! Link to commission me here: ko-fi.com/ashszymanik/commissions

couple and single sketches for 200$

dm if interested!

Contemplation

Watercoloured art of a femboy African Wild dog wearing overalls

Fren ✨

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#traditionalart #furryart #furryartist

a digital illustration showcases a red fox sleeping on a mossy stump surrounded by trees, mushrooms, grass, and debris. the colors are warm with purple shadows and glowing orange highlights to give an autumnal feel.

autumn slumber

warning shrimp check required; pixel shrimp illustration

Mandatory.

#pixelart

four sets of images featuring digital sketches of an anthropomorphic black cat with large square glasses posing in various poses

some very self indulgent doodles of me and my partner!

in 2011, the president of antifa hired me to give fashion consultancy to the organization. i recommended everyone wear navy suits with tan shoes, dress sneakers, and golf polos with slim chinos. if you arrested everyone today wearing these things, you'd destroy antifa

Two anthropomorphic canines, identical in appearance with matching glasses. suits, and hairstyles, flank a "Reception" sign at a desk. A handmade sign hastily taped below them reads "YES WE HAVE SEEN JODOROWSKY'S 'THE HOLY MOUNTAIN.' NO WE WILL NOT POSE FOR PHOTOGRAPHS"

Drawing of a puppy and rainbow colors with the caption; "Keep Furry Freaky"

Keep furry freaky

🙌💐🌷🌸💐✨Lesbians✨🌸💐🌷💐 🙌

#furry #furryart